Darling Ursula,

There can be no doubt in my mind that Sirius received his prefect's badge today—anything short, and I wager you would already have written me to help you dispose of Phineas' body. A bit less certain, though, was Flora's own success, and I am utterly delighted to confirm that she has, indeed, been named prefect for Slytherin!

What a charming pair the two will make, sporting their matching badges as they patrol the corridors. They have always made such a delightful twosome, and I am pleased they shall not be without one another in this next stage. How hard it is to believe that they shall be starting their fifth year so soon!

We must meet for tea soon.

My Dearest Fina,

You are of course correct, my sweet little boy is a prefect! How is it we have children old enough to be prefects? I am beside myself!

With delight, of course, as well as disbelief. My own mama seemed almost wizened when I was Sirius' age although I suppose I was the youngest. Oh my dearest Fina don't let's get any older I cannot bear it! It seems only last week we were roaming around Hogwarts with our own prefect badges.

But I digress, they are a handsome pair, aren't they? We ought to celebrate their success in some way. Perhaps the four of us could go see a quidditch match or we could take them out for ice cream. How does Flora feel about quidditch? I suppose we could also have tea and celebrate them in their absence too.

Fina, how is it they are prefects already!