Dear the boy who has idiots for friends,

What's this tournament about? I bet it's going to be some stupid spelling tournament or something. If you go to a private school of sorts, I bet you're all rich and smart, so it's probably some tournament against other schools to test your knowledge. Like in all those movies.

I bet I got that spot on, didn't I, Potter? And don't lie about it! (That was a joke.)

Also, I have the same issue. Cass keeps taking the piss too when she sees me writing to you. She keeps teasing me about you being my boyfriend or something because I've never put this much effort into talking to a boy before. She's honestly a fucking moron, I swear.

And yes, I do have a phone now. I have to hide it from my idiot brother though. We should talk sometime over the phone. Let me put a voice to your name because it's going to be forever since I actually get to meet you in person.

I won't ask questions about your school, that can still wait till summer if you want. I don't know, maybe it's stupid but I want to hear what your voice sounds like.

I don't even know if you'll be able to. Do you have a phone? Are you even allowed technology in that school as you have to have owls deliver everything? I don't know. Reply to me soon though, okay? Your replies are taking longer and longer to get to me.

Anyway, I don't really have much to say in this letter, so I'll leave it here.

Love,

the girl who has a phone again.

P.S. My phone number is
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