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Sweet Merlin, what was that? That was, by far, the best Quidditch match I have seen in my entire life! Congratulations! Just sitting there in the stands, in the first row, got me in my nerves. Everything just happened so fast: first Crouch had the ball and all of a sudden Gryffindor had scored, all in one second. I give it to you: it was one of the most incredibly thrilling expieriences I've had in my life.

And you played really well, too. I was suprised in the beginning but after a few minutes and several jaw-dropping moments, we all knew Gryffindor was destined to win. Thank Weatherby for me, as well, will you? I hadn't expected he was literally going to knock Greenville out of his broom. Not that I am complaining or anything; on the other side, I'm quite happy that he will have to spend the rest of the week with Madam Pompy. She will keep him entertained.

Don't think that Gryffindor will win so easily, though, Charlus, because then reality will hit you harder. Perhaps our team hasn't been practicing like Hufflepuff's had (and what for? Ha) but we certainly have one of the best ones we have had in decades. You should keep an eye open. But, like you said, I'll gladly support for Gryffindor for second place. After all, the first one is far out of your league, no offense.

Speaking of the game, I wasn't the only one cheering for your team. Surprisingly, Concordia was doing so too even though it was her House you were playing against. I don't think I have ever seen someone do that before. You should have seen her fellow Hufflepuffs eyeing annoyingly as she sang Gryffindor related songs. She even donned a maroon knitted sweater which strongly contrasted against the pool of yellow that surrounded her.

Well, maybe you would like transfiguring into an animal, but personally I think transfiguring into another person would be more interesting. Like Polyjuice Potion, for example. You wouldn't have wings but you could easily see how other people lived their everyday lives, or some approximation. Just leave your life for a little while and enjoy pretending being someone else. Besides, not everything can be about fun, Charlus. What about when you have children? Would you transfigure into a Thestral and have them hop onto you and get them anywhere they like this way, rather than using Floo or Side-along Apparating?

There won't be no need for you to ask Professor Dumbledore. I am a Ravenclaw after all, just like you said. Wizards can transfigure into a magical creature when they're Animagi but it's extremely rare. If I recall correctly, there were only two known instances of this. I remember that one of them could transfigure into a unicorn but my memory is slipping about the other one.

Many people have asked my why I didn't talk to or about my cousin often, people who, like you, have no shame in asking personal questions. I am not sure why, really. We're different people: she sees life in a different manner than I do, and there are some things I can't agree with her doing. She's taken after her father, Pollux. Maybe it's because she was born when he was so young and didn't know much about life either. I don't know.

I like, in a way, that you ask people awkward questions. You do have a point: I don't think I had talked so much about Walburga before with anyone, until you asked me, that is. I think it's quite... charming.

Dorea

P.S.: You were completely right about McGonagall (I think Minerva is her first name?): she is quite a Keeper. Overly enthusiastic, almost.

Fortunately, I've never had a reason to stay in the hospital wing for more than thirty minutes, and that was the time my hair couldn't stop growing three inches by the second, thanks to that Veritaserum gone wrong last year. I do my best not to go there; I find Madam Pumpy a bit unnerving ever since she licked that sick student's face, the one that had Dragon Pox, claiming that it was part of the healing. Urgh.

This reminds me, have you spoken to Slughorn, by the way? He corned me after Transfig, looked at me funnily and asked me how our project was going. I said, fine, sir, everything is going just fine, but he kept on smiling at me (in a really eerie way, I should say) and then I think he winked at me. Which, if you think about it, isn't a big deal because it is Slughorn after all, but it disturbed me nevertheless. I think he is up to something.

Greenville is an arrogant git, that's all. I don't even want to keep talking (writing?) about him - it gives him power, in a way, and I don't want that. I am way over him already. He isn't worth the trouble. (But that doesn't mean I won't still cheer for your team against him, though, so I am hoping you will adroitly knock him off his broom at some point.)

Okay, I'll look for you after class.

Listen, I am all for Quidditch and flying and Quaffles and Snitches and Beaters and everything that is related to it, but just when I don't participate in it. I prefer watching from afar. Why do you think I never tried out for Quidditch positions, even though I love the sport? That's why I have no interest whatsoever in transfiguring into an animal which has the capacity of flying without a broom. What's the point if I don't even fly with a broom at all? Whatever would you like to transfigure into?

Wistful thinking? Why, you don't want to have anything to do with her any more? I thought she had been the one who broke everything off, according to what she told me. She said you were really upset. Or something.

Perhaps. If this Riddle child is as intelligent as everyone and their mothers make it sound like, then I'm curious as to why the Sorting Hat placed him in Slytherin and not Ravenclaw. I suppose his ambitions are really solid, then. I don't know if Walburga knows him, I don't really talk to her or her father anymore, but I assume as much, seeing as she's in the same House than he is and there is not such a big gap between both their ages.

Excuse my last letter. I wasn't in the best of moods this morning. I guess you could say we are somewhat enigmatic, the Black family. I never meant to come off as such a sour bitch. People just automatically assume that it's better if they don't touch the subject of families when they are around me. So, in a way, you caught me off guard. I apologise.

Dorea

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Note: I'm sorry I took ages to upload this!

You are required to do that? How tedious. But if all Captains have to write down when they are booking the Pitch, how didn't you happen to see Greenville booking it almost every day for the past week? I can't imagine how something like that passed unnoticed.

Hm. Did you see the way he knocked off Gabe Crabbe from his broom during the last match of the season last year? My sister Cassiopeia told me he had to stay in the hospital wing for about two weeks, if I recall correctly, but, I have to admit, it was a very fantastic thing to witness. Too bad Weatherby fell along with Gabe. Although now that I reread it, it's obvious you did see it, being his captain and all. I'd be surprised if you hadn't.

Yes, they are; booking the Pitch, that is. I bumped into Greenville last week and he told me so, even though I hadn't even asked him. He has always liked to show off, Greenville has. I am secretly (although not anymore, since I am writing to you about it) cheering for Gryffindor so you can wipe out that stupid smirk out of his face. Greenville.. he and I used to date, yes, and for a long time, too, actually.Nothing happened, really, but it infuriated me to no end. I caught him telling – or shouting, more likely – how 'Dorea's a nice chick but she doesn't have enough blood for a Black, if you know what I mean. She's in Ravenclaw, after all,' or something as stupid as that. 'Doesn't have enough blood?' What on earth? And since when had he cared about that, anyway?

What's the last subject you have today? I can go and wait for you to finish, if you wish; I have free period and there's nothing else for me to do today. Otherwise, I will be sitting in my common room doing nothing at all. Besides, I like touring around the castle, so it won't be a problem. That is, of course, if you don't have anything planned after class already...

An Animagus? Not really. What if I spend all of those years learning how to transfigure myself and then I find myself to be a mosquito? Thanks, but I think I will pass.

How strange that you hadn't noticed Concordia's little 'thing' for you. Doesn't she bat her eyelashes everytime you are near and calls you in a girly, sweet voice: 'Charlus?' That is the impression she has given me, and I doubt you could have unintentionally ignored all of the hints she has dropped ever since the beginning of our school year. If Concordia is good at something, that's definitely not subtlety.

I have indeed noticed his unquestionable fondness towards that boy. What's even more strange, he isn't the only one: have you seen the way Dippet speaks about him? Possibly not, since he always does when he's directing me about my Head duties, but still. I wonder why they all think that. The other day I saw him talking with another first year who was Sorted into Gryffindor, I remember, who is supernaturally tall, even for a wizard. I can't remember his name, but Merlin, is he enormous.

Pollux is my eldest brother, then comes Cassiopeia, then M and then me. We're three, yes. I'm the younger one. And I mentioned my family because you brought up the topic, not by own decision. Why are you so interested in us, anyway? I don't go asking you about your aunts or uncles or siblings, do I? Why are you even interested in us? We're just another family, period. And, may I ask, what is wrong with our tendency to be Sorted into Slytherin (excluding myself, obviously)? It isn't as if the Potters have been Sorted into anything but Gryffindor for the last, what, a hundred years.

No, I don't feel unique; the Sorting Hat believed I fitted more into Ravenclaw than Slytherin, but that doesn't mean I don't have any of the Slytherin characteristics. Besides, I had a great-great-aunt who had already been Sorted into my house, so I'm not the first one.

Dorea.

P.S.: Do not complain about the piece of parchment missing in this letter. Your ravenous owl ate it while I was writing it! Honestly!

Before I forget, I forgot to give you some papers Dippet asked me to give you before our meeting. I never knew Quidditch Captains had to actually do paper work. I thought all they did was, well, fly. I don't mean to pry or anything of the sort, but what do you have to write about? How long can Weatherby stay on his broom without falling? (No offense to him, though; I know he can be a really good beater when he manages not to fall. The trouble is his lower body, not his upper one. In my humble opinion, he is a fantastic player when, of course, he is not facing downwards. Have you started practising for the next match, by the way? I have heard Hufflepuff's new Captain is training them for hours at a time. My advice: keep an eye open for him. For some reason, I want to see his heart tore into pieces for what he did to me last year.)

But I digress. I suppose I could send you the papers with this letter but I am afraid I don't trust your owl completely to do the entire journey without having something to eat first. When was the last time you fed her? She took a bite off my toast during breakfast even before I realised the owl post had arrived. Besides, if Dippet finds out I lost the papers, he might as well kill me. I am supposed to be Head Girl, after all, responsible, attentive and all that jazz.

It isn't hard to believe you are good in Charms because, truthfully, you are good at the other subjects just as much, but even though I am fairly good at every subject as well, Flitwick never seemed to like me like he likes you, even though he is the Head of my House.

Having Professor Dumbledore as a Head of House, though, must be extraordinary. He seems to know so much about everything (even though there are some times when I wonder if he realises where the line between fact and fiction lays. Everything he says can't be true, can it?) In answer to your question, I don't believe he is a Legiilimens, but if he is, reading people's mind using this charm at school is illegal, and he is a highly respected teacher, so that can't be it. I mean, he can't. He wouldn't do it.

Would he?

Concordia and Emmanuel? Emmanuel McKinnon? Marlene's older brother? Oh no, not at all. He just has a thing for her, that's all. In fact, I think shestill has a thing for you.

And this is where I repeat myself: I honestly do not know why I am telling you this when you are not supposed to know it. If she ever reads this, I will already be six feet under ground.

I have been oftentimes invited to Professor Slughorn's evening gatherings, and have attended most of them. They are.. interesting, sort of, don't you think? I believe I have seen you in one of them, at least.

Walburga is my niece. She is Pollux's only daughter, though I would be surprised if you knew him. He was so delighted she was Sorted into Slytherin... Why do you ask?

Yours sincerely,

Dorea.

P.S: I have decided not to give Barty any of my Head duties for him to do after I got your letter. I am sure he might have seen it as a sign of weakness and I wouldn't want that. I have a feeling he would have behaved in a very obnoxious way if I had given it to him.

P. P. S.: You are, surprisingly, right. Who would have said it?

Firstly, could you enlighten me as to why is this letter written in the back of a Charms assignment due last week? Ran out of parchment? Honestly. Good job, though; I never managed to get out an Outsanding from Flitwick since ever. Who would have said the little man would be so demanding? Personally, I prefer Transfiguration. Professor Dumbledore, I believe, likes me a fair bit. I can assure you I have got a few Outstandings in that subject. I wonder why Flitwick likes you so much.

The prefects, they are not awful once you get to know them properly. Most of them, anyway. Besides, one just has to acquaint with them on prefects' meeting, rounds and other rare gatherings. The only other prefect I am good friends with is Concordia Blubber, from Hufflepuff. However, I think you already know her quite well and that my introduction is superfluous. Especially since you have practically eaten her entire face a couple of times.

Barty Crouch may be quite obnoxious but I think it's worth it. He does what needs to do very well. Yesterday he approached me to tell me that he had already finished all of his duties and had gone to ask Dippet what else he could do. A bit eager, isn't he? And frightening, too.

I am not very sure why I just told you that, since it's none of your buisness, but oh well, I will send it either way because I have ran out of parchment, and I won't afford throwing this one away.

One thing, Charlus: don't get your hopes up. I am positive you and I have probably nothing in common (and especially not families).

Eight o'clock is fine with me. I'll see you there.

You do well. In not sticking your nose in my buisness, that is.

Yours,

Dorea.

P.S.: Oh, please don't come with that petty one liner. It's so cliché I can't even laugh at it.

P.P.S.: It wasn't my intention to make this letter so long. Like I said before though, don't get your hopes up. I was just trying to avoid my Head duties (but don't you tell anyone). I will most probably just ask Barty Crouch to do them for me. I'm sure he'll be delighted. Don't you?

Thank you. It is very nice of you to consider my Head Girl assigning as a good choice, as I am apparently not as annoying as my companions, like you say. Perhaps they wouldn't seem to be a bunch of obnoxious prefects if you gave them a chance to, oh, I don't know, get to know them or at least talk to them. But of course, how could I forget, Quidditch players – even less Quidditch captains – don't frequent with prefects, do they? In my opinion, which obviously differs to yours, I think selecting Barty Crouch as a Head Boy is definitely a good one. I am very pleased and looking forward to working with him.

I can promise you I am doing my best not to send you off to the moon, Charlus, for there is something in you that I don't quite understand. However, I am trying and will continue trying my best to get along with you, but do believe me when I tell you that when these six months are over, you and I are done with. No hard feelings. We are just two very different people, that's all. Thanks for offering to change your Quidditch practice schedule, though, I appreciate it. Is Tuesday evening all right with you? The Library, perhaps?

About the letter, you are quite right, it isn't any of your buisness. I do find it amusing that you saw my reaction to the letter, though, from the other end of the Great Hall. What were you doing staring at the Ravenclaw table? I always had the impression you were too hungry in the mornings to tear your gaze from your plate. How strange.

Cordially,
Dorea Black