January 24th, 1893
Dear Calla,
Would you go into quidditch professionally? I know Sloane and Cameron used to consider it their main plan (maybe Sloane still does? I don't know where she currently stands) but I don't remember hearing you discuss it. I can imagine it perfectly though, you playing for the Harpys or the Howlers. Maybe even the Cannons! There are so many options to choose from if you do play professionally.
As much as I wish I could leave the farm, I can't. Not until they do anyway. They're already irritable with how often I work, if I were to try and move they'd have a fit. I think my father believes I can somehow charm the dirt into being fertile, but it never works. No amount of magic has helped. Truthfully, I think the farm is cursed.
I didn't know Daffodil was a Ravenclaw, but I can completely imagine that. I still think you should move in with her once you graduate, or maybe by then she'll have outgrown the flat and you could take it over completely.
We'll have a last hurrah should my family ever decide to leave. A picnic down by the pond and a hike over to the castle. It'll be grand.
Yours,
Alice
Alice