Dear the man who refuses to acknowledge my existence,

I have recently heard that my old house, the Slytherin house, has become diluted. Impure. And for that I am silently thankful. Maybe now the children should grow up with purer morals, not the drip fed poison from their 'loving' parents.

I also hear that Hogwarts is doing well, I'm glad. Maybe one day the past can be buried. At least I hope that the young Slytherins of the new generation are allowed to grow and flourish.

A flower cannot be nipped in the bud before it's time. You should know that all too well by now.

Don't you agree?

D M.