Sisse,
I fear that everyone will learn eventually, as my sister has not yet learned to control her tongue and will be accompanying Maddy and I to school this year. Nevertheless, I am glad I can trust you.

My injuries are not life-threatening, if that’s what you mean to ask. I have been told to avoid physical activity for the next month (although with quidditch practice beginning next month, it is my more likely my resting time will be limited to twenty days). My chest hurts, but that’s normal. It’s not nearly as bad as it was when I was in the hospital wing back in April.

The match was well up until my injuries. Miss Bonaccord and I work surprisingly well together, and together we nearly scored enough to make a snitch catch inconsequential for the other team. I’m sure I’ll hear enough about it form Maddy and Calla in the coming days; they were our opponents. The coaching was nonexistent if I’m honest. It was a very “pick up your broom and go” sort of game—very little practice beforehand. My only regret is being unable to finish.

How have you been since the lake incident? I hope your parents did not punish you the way Sloane’s did.

Warmly,
Cam

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