I'm not really sure where this year is headed anymore, but I think I like it more each day.
True, there are things I'd like to change, like the fact that, oh, I don't know, my FATHER is a RAT. But other than that, I think I'm okay.
I'm not sure why I'm writing this, actually, except to say I miss you. I'm not really sure what else there is to say.
I'm trying to remember what you said, a few weeks ago, about how Slytherins are cunning, and I am trying to be cunning, but for some reason it feels like it doesn't come as easily anymore. Daphne's having a better time of it than me, for crying out loud--of course, her mother is formidable at teaching her daughters how to be manipulative, but still. Bobbins--Melinda--is better at it than I am, too, I think, which makes me really upset. A Gryff!
Anyway. I should probably do the smart thing and unhex this to you, delete it, and forget I ever wrote it.
But I miss talking to you.
--P