I write to wish you luck in tomorrow's dueling tournament! Though I had entered, I have caught the most dreadful cold and Papa will not hear of me competing, even though they'll all be going (even the muggles!) to watch Cameron partake. I am quite put out by this development, as I should have at least liked to cheer the two of you on, but he simply will not budge.

Please pay close attention to the details of the day, that you might regale me with them once we're both back in Gryffindor Tower.

Fondly,