Draco C. Malfoy

If any of you reading are responsible for Padma Patil's current state, I'd appreciate knowing what you gave or did to her. One of the elves caught her trying to scale the palace wall and break the wards on the window. She looked like a mad woman, scratched up and with her hair all wild, still wearing her robes from last night. Once I pulled her in she threw herself upon me, raving about love and passion and the ache in her heart, insisting that she can't go on knowing that I don't return her affections.

I've Apparated her over to St. Mungo's. Since her case has been classified as "non-priority" we're in a waiting room with a dozen or so other people ahead of us. And she's still spouting dark love poetry.

This will all be over much faster if I can tell them what's been done to her.

Having my own owl has made Christmas shopping loads easier this year. I've already sent Freyja out with several orders to deliver to Harrod's, Dervish and Banges, and some other New London shops, and by the time I'm back home all of the gifts should be taken care of. Except for yours, Mother - since it's the best, it'll take a little longer.

A few notes, just because sometimes it's easier to get them down here than to chase everyone down in person...

Pansy: I think the song sounds really smashing, but I've been playing around with a new tune that I'd like to get your opinion on. I just keep thinking about how Mr Tenebridge might ask if we have any other songs besides "Hey Merlin." It's not very likely, I realise, but what if he does?

Patil: If you're not busy with Page one of these days, I've something to follow up with you on.

Baddock: I've found that magazine you've been asking about. It's yours to keep, if you still want it. I was getting bored of it, anyway.

Dinner's just ended and I can't believe how hungry I still am. When the quidditch season started I was trying to eat as much as I could so that I could make up for how much taller I've got. Weedy doesn't work so well when you're playing chaser, but it's better to be light when you're seeker, so now I'm trying to eat less. Seems like all it's done is make me think about food, constantly - even the transfigured kind. I don't know how girls get by on one poached egg and a half-slice of toast. It's probably less food than my owl eats.

Oh, and before I forget, when we get back from hols I'll try to speak with Professor Slughorn about organising more potions workshops in the dungeon classrooms, since everyone liked the one we did last month so much. Teddy, Blaise, let me know if you want to be in on it. You too, Harry.