Dear Mr. Prewett,

I hardly know where to begin. My sister contrived to keep your letters from me and I have only now seen your last, I don’t know why she did it or what she did with them but if you thought ill of me for not replying to your letters then I hope you can forgive me (I will not, I promise you, forgive her!)

I wish I could know what you said in your other letters but I would not presume to hope you remembered the words. I hope you will write to me again though. I shall be returning home tomorrow so your owl will need to find me in Hogsmeade, but at least I can be more sure your letters will not go astray.

Sincerely,