Paul Coote is a NINJA (in training)

[Private to Sylvia]

Quidditch starts up soon, right?

I don't think I've ever been this impatient about it.

Well, I don't think I've ever been this impatient about it in this way?

Sometimes I wonder what Raleigh would do if he were still in school. As a prefect, I mean. Probably I

I don't think our manners are that bad.

In general.

Sometimes?

At least, I attempt to have manners???




Has that ghost been watching us?




Huh.

Hey! I left the grounded 6th year Gryffindor club!

Cleaned the attic and everything. It was actually sort of fun - Janey and I found the weirdest stuff up there. I think that's how Raleigh used to clean his room, now. Which would EXPLAIN things, a lot.

Sylvia, how much longer have you got? (And Louis and Josiah???) Because we all need to do something before school starts, yeah? Somehow.

We have the worst timing ever, I swear.

GUYS

GUYS I DIDN'T BLOW MYSELF UP!!!

NAOKO THANK YOU SO SO MUCH YOUR NOTECARD THING WORKED SORT OF AND I THINK I PASSED

I DIDN'T KILL THE PROCTOR! OR MYSELF!

Why are there three exams tomorrow????

Potions theory to go, still.

THIS IS NOT COOL

AT ALL

[SYLVIA]

SPIDERS THERE ARE SPIDERS

WHAT IF THEY CRAWL IN MY EAR

AND LAY EGGS

AND THEN EAT MY BRAIN??????

[the above crossed out, and the following added, after the below comments with Aaron]

I'm fine never mind.

And I guess you can use the door Mac, instead of the window.

[Sylvia]

I know I already walk you to classes and all but I just wanted to remind you I do, and, you know, I'll take care of it.

If the snake comes upon us.

So don't worry!!

I'll definitely protect you!

[Sylvia]

Hey! Hey! You don't have plans tomorrow do you? I mean, I think you'd tell me if you did. And since Frobisher is giving me the stink eye for attempting speech (and has some weird ability to notice passed notes, what is that?):

HOGSMEADE? We need to resupply.

Also Janey has a date.

Sylvia, JANEY HAS A DATE.

First off: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYLVIA PEAKES!!!

Secondly: GRYFFINDOR!

GRYFFINDOR FOR THE WIN.

And I'll say this for the rest of the day LOUDLY so that I'm not pulled off during the match. "Biased commentary is not acceptable, Mr. Coote". Is it my fault we're in the last game against Slytherin?

Good luck with the cheering, Sylvia, girls. And guys, I guess.

PIE. When will it get here? Bother it, I hate being so far away from Uncle Jim and his delicious food. Sylvia, we should take your dad next year. Or his cookbook. Something. Not that the food here isn't great - MUCH better than my house, although that's mostly because we all cook for ourselves, with mum and dad being busy a lot - but Uncle Jim is amazing.

I'm not tired at all. Possibly mum was right about sugar before bed, but dessert was delicious. And chocolatey. And Sylvia let me have some of hers!

Now I'm hungry again.

Where'd I put my candy bar stash?

( There's no substitute for guts. )