Dear Daddy

You have no idea how weird it is, to write this and know that it will be my last Annual-first-week-letter from Hogwarts. It's just so crazy, and a bit scary. Seven years suddenly seems like a very short period of time. Like, is it really the seventh time I'm writing this to you? Certainly doesn't feel like it. Didn't I hop on that train for the first time like last week or something?

Yesterday, I walked past a pair of first years, trying to transfigure a match into a needle. Now it seems stupid that I once struggled with something so simple, but I guess Hogwarts really does teach you something over the course of seven years. Part of me wants to do it all over again, part of me is happy to be done here. I can't decide. It doesn't feel right to be the oldest to be honest. It has always been someone bigger, more experienced, more mature around, and now it's us. I'm not mature, daddy, you know that. I blow bubbles in my drink with straws and pull pranks on Al. I can't be a role model for younger kids. I am kid.

The teacher keeps stressing us about the upcoming NEWTS, even if they are almost a year away. Maryelle started studying the first day back, something that of course is starting to rub off on Jenny and Jenna. Freddie is also doing more homework than usual, and Kristian, being the Ravenclaw that he is, keeps telling me to start working harder too. So I guess I'll have to start soon, but i'll stay away from the books as long as possible. I have a quidditch cup to win as well, and quidditch triumphs NEWTS any day.

I'm almost falling asleep as I'm writing this, so I think it might be time for me to go to bed. Say hi to everyone from me. Tell James to stay out of my room and please ask Teddy to send me more pictures of little Amadine Dora. She is just so adorable.

You know how much I love you, daddy

Lily Luna