For  -simplysage-

Hey-o, Sage. 

What's going on? I've been pretty fine, though Lily is still ahead of me in grades and Sirius is catching up in the most infuriating way. So, remember how I 'pretend' not to study and then get amazing grades because it makes Padfoot and Moony so irrational mad? Well, Lily found out and she thinks it's hilarious. Probably because it is. Although there is the whole 'you don't prank your pranking team' but this one has been going on for so long that I honestly don't know how I would tell them.

At least you know.

Oh, guess what? Mum and Dad are saying that the trajectory of this whole war thing is getting worse. I don't know how much you know about it but I can tell you it isn't looking good. This Volywart guy is really making life so terrible for Muggle-borns and people who aren't pureblood. It's awful, Sage, like actually really terrible. People should be able to do whatever they want, like learn magic and stuff with no question about blood type.

You know, let's not talk about this.

Out of all the classes I'm taking right now I think Arithmancy is my favourite. I actually find myself understanding a lot of stuff and the cryptograms and numerology are interesting to research their past meanings and current meanings and all that. Sorry if this is kind of annoying, me rambling about Arithmancy, but I think it's so cool and I think you'll think it's cool too.

I haven't seen any cool future stuff with my newfound Arithmancy skills yet though. But I am trying to see if Lily and I actually get together or not.

Lastly, I want to ask, why did you take my soft maroon sweater? That one is both my favourite and Sirius' favourite and you took that away from me until Christmas when I'll see you again. How dare you, you horrible horrible person.

Give me back my sweater,

James Fleamont Potter

P.S. Have you heard anything from Sirius?

P.P.S. If you have just ignore it, he's annoying.

P.P.P.S. Also I didn't set fire to anything and he's a big fat liar.

P.P.P.P.S. I really want that sweater back, though. So when I come home for Christmas you either give it back or I take it back.