Room 308, Tuesday afternoon

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Hermione's received another letter from Hogwarts, and Pigwidgeon is apparently trying to drown himself in a glass of juice while she reads- occasionally looking up to make sure he isn't drowning himself.


Dear Hermione,

Everything happening here is something I can't really talk about. Well, except that Umbridge, the Hogwarts High Inquisitor, has been going around and checking on everyone's classes. She sacked Trelawney. Yes, I am saying this knowing Umbridge might see it. The old bat.

Without that, there's not much more to tell you. Your package for the house elves was received, and the box was left in the common room for them, and the twins took the food to the kitchen and I assume they didn't steal it all for themselves. Though I think I should tell you, the knitted socks seem to be a smash. A couple of people are looing at them strangely, though, which might be because they're apparently not socks. I asked how they knew that and they wouldn't tell me. Anyway, if you can send more, the twins have requested a batch. I'm not going to ask why.

I'll talk to you soon.

Love,
Ginny


Hermione isn't sure she wants to know.

[Openish. Will be out for a little while, back afterwards.]

Comments

[the_merriest]

Rikku giggles at the undersized owl. Cute little thing. "Is he gonna be okay?"

Owl post just seems so cool.