Dear Mr. Gillenwater,

I admit you are far more brave than I, but the Sorting Hat seemed aware of that from the beginning. I have cracked ribs when learning to ride, but I was in no hurry to rush back to the saddle in the aftermath. I commend you (and question your sanity).

I admit, I was thrilled to have the Moroccans join us as I so miss speaking their languages, but my Arabic must be horribly off as, despite all my scheming, you survived the match. And here I was, assuming I could dispose of two rival house captains in one game. Woe to me!

(I assume you know I jest, it terrified me to see you out of the match that way!)

I look forward to Hufflepuff - what is the phrase in English?- taking the egg this year. I will remind my father to send his condolences at the end of term.

I look forward to haunting the halls with you and, I admit, it will be difficult to find a match for Miss Bixby, but I do appreciate a challenge.

My best,

Hermia Bonaccord