Dear Hermione, July 7

Dear Hermione,

If I get you on a broom doing a sloth grip roll, that'll be a story to tell my grandchildren, if I ever have them. Can you imagine Ron's face?

The twins have been spending a lot of time with the ghoul, too. I think they're trying to transform it. I got a peek in once. It's dreadful. They've made its hair red. I guess it felt like it didn't fit in with the Weasleys?

Yes, the basilisk was rather traumatizing, but it seems so very long ago. When so much is going on now, it feels odd even thinking about way back when I was eleven and twelve.

You haven't heard anything conclusive about Lupin and Tonks? Well, they do have to keep it quiet, but I thought you'd know. They're getting married tomorrow, here at the Burrow. I'll send this by express owl and you can apparate here for the wedding. It's at 2pm. Hardly anyone will be there, so I'm sure they'd be thrilled if you came. I wish Harry could come.

Anyway, thanks for offering to play Quidditch with me. We don't have to fly, we can do something else fun. I think I would like to be Quidditch captain, but I'd rather Harry was. I'll do my best at it anyway. Maybe, when everything is normal again, I'll try for the Holyhead Harpies.

I hope to see you tomorrow, if only for an hour.
Love,
Ginny