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Theodore,
Well, hello! I'm going to admit, your letter came as a surprise to me. I thought I'd all but 'disgraced' everyone in my House and all that. You are correct in wondering if I had my journal still: I do not. It would make the time pass a lot faster, I suspect, but then I wouldn't be getting punished.
You sort of don't sound like yourself, as far as I know you. But I won't hold that against you because I don't sound like myself anymore either (and you know it must be bad if I sound different even to me). There's something very depressing frightening strange feeling in prison. I don't know how it's achieved, but its otherworldly... maybe it's just how my mind puts it all together. I'm not sure. Oh, but back to my point: are you okay? Writing to me? Sounding strange? It doesn't seem quite okay. So many people nowadays sound kind of off. It's hard not to notice.
Aren't you still with, oh what is her name? Sue? Something like that. Isn't she helping you? Not that I mind, please don't misunderstand. There's nothing that makes my day more than getting a letter. Really, today is wonderful because I have your letter!
I'm gushing. I ought to stop. It's just so grey everywhere in here. Your letter is like a lantern.
Please write anytime,
Unstabley Slytherin!
Sally-Anne