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[Owl to Penelope Bulstrode]
Dear One,
I'm writing, just like I said I would (as if you could stop me!). Although I've only been back a few days, there's a lot to do. My lessons are harder this year, but of course, they would be. I have a lot of homework. I'm reading constantly, it seems, and I'm even attending school on Sundays! Of course, I'm studying more and more subjects that will help me become a healer like Mother.
Oh, my dear, I miss you already. Mother and Father assure me that they'll help you with your lessons as they do each year, but I know it's not like when it's just you and I. We have more fun, don't we? I'm laughing just thinking of it, sweets.
You are still working on that story of yours, I hope. Perhaps when I come home at Christmastime you'll be finished. I want you to read it to me, will you? You show talent already, Lopi. Someday you'll be writing for pay, like Father. Writing is one way where you can do magic, love. Not like ours, but magic nonetheless, through your beautiful words. Someday everyone will be begging for the next Penelope Bulstrode masterpiece, just you wait and see!
I must sign off now, dearest. Do your lessons and write me back, all right? Kiss Mother and Father for me. I'll owl them soon. I love you, Lopi. I miss you.
Until next time, love.
Your Milli
[Private]
Sometimes I don't know what to say to her. Mother and Father are right not to let her read the Prophet. She's far too young; more important, she's too intelligent. She'd see the reports of Muggleborns dying and wonder whether Squibs are next. I wonder the same thing. She's so strong; she makes up for her lack of magic by her quick wit and strength of character. If she had gone to Hogwarts, my guess is that she'd be Sorted into Ravenclaw, or perhaps Gryffindor, much as I hate to admit it.
Oh, Goddess, let this terrible war be over, for Lopi's sake. Keep her safe. I don't think I could go on without her.