My dearest {{user}},

Life at home is quite boring without you, and I do miss your presence in my life greatly. My brother is nagging me every day about who I am sending these letters to, but I do not have the heart to tell him yet.

It may be selfish, but I want to keep the knowledge of you to myself for a while.

Speaking of my brother, he is going to be starting Hogwarts next year, and my family have been back and forth to Diagon Alley quite a few times to get him his stuff, maybe you could be there next time? It would make the crowded alley much more bearable.

I brew tea in the morning, to try and remember your smell, but I do not think it is working the way I want it to, I cannot seem to find the tea that you drink.

My father is trying to push me to do Quidditch next year, but I have never seen the appeal of getting hit in the head with enchanted sports balls. Maybe I will, just to make him shush.

My mother is asking about you, too. I have told her a bit more about you than I told my brother, but still not too much. She asks very innocent questions though, like what you like to do, what you look like. She says I look like a lovesick fool, owling the letters every other morning.

Maybe she is right.

Anyway, {{user}}, I am being summoned to dinner, so I must go.

Forever yours, Arlo