Aunt Winnie,

I’m NOT a child. Maybe Violet didn’t steal anything, but it’s still wrong. She could have said no. She could have used what brain she has and realized prefect is pointless if all you’re going to do in life is have babies for someone you don’t even know. And ‘adults’ is a nice word for people too old to remember what it’s like to have dreams. I can’t wait to show them all what I’m going to be someday, whatever that is.

In three years, Violet’s going to have forgotten English and Hogwarts. It won’t ever matter for her, but it matters for me. And dad was bloody right wasn’t all wrong – she isn’t my friend. People like her don’t make friends with people like me. What’s there to work for?

Anne

Also, thank you for the sweets.
Other also: I love you and I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you. I just want this to be over.
PS I don't think you're old.