I'm home now.

Did you read what I wrote at all? Someone slipped me a love potion. Or a love curse or something.

Didn't you notice me making a complete ass of myself to Malfoy?

And now Blaise has completely binned me, too. Which I just hope doesn't create trouble in our Noble Arts group but if it does, well, Flinch-Fetchley's doing most of the work, anyway.

I'll see you on the train tomorrow, right? And then we can talk about things.