1 August, 1888
My friend. My condolences: I know losing a grandparent can be difficult, though I can only imagine...how has life been treating you, since graduation? Adulthood, I mean? You're the first friend of mine who's considered an adult. Does it feel any different? It doesn't feel any different to be a NEWT student rather than merely at the level of OWLs. Is it any different to have graduated?
With hope that life starts treating you kindly,
With hope that life starts treating you kindly,
Handsome Whitledge
Lightning strikes with my words, searing where they land...
Electives: Arithmancy, Music
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