22 June, 1894
R—If F is for 'furious' then R is for 'ridiculous', which is exactly what you are. I can concede that your handwriting is legible, though I am certain all of you boys write the same. Your letters are always slanted and either a little to sharp or a little too rounded. Call it character if you may.
I feel conflicted about bringing up my academic pursuits here. Do not get me wrongs—I do enjoy the teas and dinners and all the lessons in between, but it seems that there is little room for hobbies that don't align with the school's goals. The other girls have no issue spending their days on their embroidery if they desire, but there are no bay leaves and advanced transfiguration books lying around. I could say something, but I don't want to risk the ire of my instructors. I do not know them well enough to know what they would think of my priorities.
I am not worried too much, though. We will be back at Hogwarts soon enough. Each summer passes quicker than the year before. I only hope that we can make the last year count before next summer.
Always yours,
