Dear Mundungus Fletcher, 

Rarely do I get to talk to someone with such motives as you. Are you good? Are you bad? I've yet to figure it out myself. 

Everything you do is filled with ulterior motives, so much that I'm not even sure you know the straight and narrow. 

You're cowardly, so cowardly that you make even the most cowardly coward look like a brave lion. Yet, deep down, so deep down that not even you're aware of it, you aren't. I mean anyone here must be at least a tiny bit brave. Well, maybe you're a little more on the reckless side, because come on! Who impersonated an inferius?

Unlike many others here, you aren't sided with these so-called "Dark Lords" that always get themselves killed before they come to visit me. Quite sad really, I hear of all their infamous deeds, yet all of a sudden, POOF, they're dead. Those are the true cowards of our world, the leaders. They always commit the worst crimes, yet never have the courage to own up to them. They get others to do the dirty work.

You aren't evil, Mundungus, but trust me when I say you aren't a saint either. 

(Update on the Corona yet again, you're probably tired of me by now.
I'm quarentined, it sucks, badly. I hate not having any freedom. My mornings consist of only schoolwork...
That's all for now, stay safe! -Maddy)