Justin Finch-Fletchley

Sally-Anne,

I say, did you make loads of progress with O'Leary last night? I've been round all the tables in the library twice since supper and don't see him. I've set myself up at a table with a quite decent view of the entrance, what, so if he does arrive I should be able to catch him and make sure he's ready for tomorrow's test.

-Justin

Hullo, all,

I say, first day back. How was it for everyone? Have any of you younger lot had the new professors already?

I've met Professor Glozeman, what, just a few minutes ago. He came to see Headmaster Dolohov without an appointment but we thought perhaps some of that might happen, so I offered to announce him directly. He peered at me and said, 'You're the one who duelled the Headmaster last week. The French transplant.' I said yes, apart from being very much British, not French. He shrugged that away, what, as if it made no difference to him what I claimed. Then he said, 'Had a look at last year's standings. You were top of the class, too.' I said yes, alongside you, Sally-Anne. (I say, you can probably guess that he shrugged again.) 'Well, nonetheless, I hear we expect great things from you, young man.' Then he leaned in, smiling, what, and added, 'I look forward to seeing what you're capable of.'

I say, he sounded pleasant enough. But something about his eyes seemed jolly well calculating. Even for a Councilwizard, what.

Ron, if he makes any similar overture to you, let me know. I'll feel easier if it's just his way of sizing up his possible future comrades.

-Justin