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[alt_sally_anne]

I got an owl this morning with a letter about my new foster family. They're just taking me for the summer since it's a bit urgent I have somewhere to go. Anyway I'm going to live with another Quidditch player but this time it's Oliver Wood's family, you know the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. He must have heard this morning too because I saw Ron talking to him and pointing at me when we were sitting down for lunch just now.

So anyway that's settled. I hope the Woods let me go visit Pansy over the summer. The letter didn't say much about them, just that they live in Wales and have been confirmed as a suitable placement, they checked the geneological registry and I guess they inspected too.

I think I did alright on the History of Magic exam this morning but who knows. Astronomy this afternoon. Transfiguration tomorrow, I wonder what Professor Carrow will ask this time? And then Potions on Friday and I have my detention Friday night with Professor Slughorn.

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[alt_ron]

It'd be great if you could come. D'you think your gran will let you? We totally won't make you play Quidditch, though we could go flying so you can practice if you wanted. We could tell Mum that you have to show Madam Hooch that you've improved over the summer--and then she has to let us fly and won't tell us to de-gnome the garden or something instead!

[alt_neville]

I'm sure Gran would let me come. I'd invite you to visit, too, but I'm afraid it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. I mean, Gran means well, and I'm sure she'd want to welcome my friends, but she's sort of, uh, bossy about how she likes things at home. Not too much noise you know, and she fusses a lot about running or too much noise or about things she's afraid could ruin the furniture.

It's the kind of house where you always feel you sort have to tiptoe around. Pots of African violets everywhere, all the little lace doily
what-do-you-call 'em on the backs of the chairs and sofas. Um, antimacassars. That sort of thing.

[alt_ron]

Whoa. Auntywotsits? I'm pretty sure we don't have any of those at our house! Though Mum's got fussy things she makes and puts on shelves and tables, and there are those seat covers she made for the lounge to keep us from ruining all the furniture.

My Mum yells a lot about how we gallop about the place, too. It's just that we have her outnumbered, y'know, so there's not much she can do to really stop it. I mean, you've seen the twins!

I don't think your Gran could be any worse than my Mum, really, so if you wanted, I think it would be great to see where you live. But I could see how your Gran might not want more boys underfoot, so if that's the case, then you should just come to our house for longer!

[alt_neville]

Well, I'll ask her, anyhow. It'd be really wizard if you could come over to my place, too, sometime, even if it's just for an overnight visit.

I can't imagine my Gran yelling. I've never her heard her do it, not once! She's the sort of lady who doesn't need to yell, cause she's got a way of speaking that makes it real clear that you'd better listen to her without interrupting. If you know what's good for you. Not that she's mean or anything--she isn't.

Just sort of--commanding, like.