Private with Anastasia Beckett.
Morning, September 6th, 2018
Marian was sad. she had recently sent a letter home telling her family she was in Hufflepuff, and now her annoying younger brother had sent a teasing letter back. It wasn't a howler, that would have been less painful. The letter said:
Wouldn't it be funny if he was a squib, Marian thought scathingly. She ripped up the lettter into tiny shreds, seeing how small she could make it. She often did this when she was fidgety. She went through the rows of books in the library, looking for an interesting book to read. She grabbed one off the shelf and walked back to her spot, reading the book. She accidentally passed her spot, but she kept walking. The library was big, and one section looks a lot like another, so she sat down at the wrong table and kept reading.Dear Marian,
So you are a Hufflepuff. I told you. I said "Anyone who says that they are a Gryffindor is obviously a Hufflepuff." It's funny that just a couple months ago you would say to anyone who defended Hufflepuffs "They're just potatoes. Helga Hufflepuff took the ones who wouldn't fit in any other houses." So you weren't brave enough for Gryffindor?
Your GRYFFINDOR brother,
Last edited by Marian Lynch on 2nd September 2018, 5:03 pm, edited 4 times in total.
you sometimes think you want to disappear but all you really want is to be found
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