Millie,

I'm a squire, remember? And it doesn't matter anymore. I worked so hard for this; I've wanted it since my brother got prefect. This meant everything and then we could all fight it out for Head Girl in the future. I could lose to you, that would be fine, but to Violet? Violet whines about being at Hogwarts, still whinges about not going to a silly French school, and wants to be nothing more than some stranger's wife. That's not a role model, that's pathetic.

And titles are all that matter in Slytherin, Millie. I'm not pure and I'm not rich, both work against me. The fact that I'm the smartest only impresses other smart people. I'm Potions President, but besides that and academics, I don't have power. I trust Sirius will do the right thing and help me become Captain for next year, but I can't trust anything now.

I miss you, too, but I don't know if I can tolerate people.

Anne