I have to admit, I'm wondering whether I made the right decision in coming here. There's a lot going on at the moment, and I get the impression that I'm in the way a lot of the time. I suppose it can't be helped. I'm here now; there's no point worrying about it.
I had a look in the house library today and I've never seen such a dark unusual collection of books in my life. One of them tried to take my finger off when I opened it and another one called me the foulest string of names when I picked it up. Somehow, I really don't think that I'll find anything of use to my holiday study regime unless I want to become an expert in the darkest types of magic. After the fourth time I was almost knocked out by "falling" books, I gave up and went back to my room. I'm not that desperate to learn.
[Private to Millicent] Are you back from France yet? I'm desperate to get out of this house for a few hours and I wouldn't mind some company if you felt at all up to the task. [/Private to Millicent]
[Private to Harry] Sirius is in a bad way at the moment. An owl from you might help if you can manage it. [/Private to Harry]