Dear Minnie,

Have I told you lately how much I love your hair? It's amazing

I am writing to you to ask for an extension of time for my homework. As you know, I've always had a very positive sureee attitude towards deadlines. However, something unexpected happened.

My friends he means me and I were in our dorm enjoying some chocolate frogs and some fire whiskey maybe when an enormous it actually was owl came barging in through the window.

It looked at me with its huge eyes. I think it was red, very scary

I stared at its talons. Unnaturally sharp talons. When it started getting closer, I knew it meant business. Bad business.

I made a dive for my homework it was on the table next to the window but the demon understatement there owl decided to scratch my leg it looks nasty and I really do think you should get that checked out and then fly off. I was taken aback. So shocked was I, that I didn't realize that the monstrous owl had grabbed my homework until much later. When you were collecting it and you gave him detention.

It was that moment, in lesson, I was rummaging around my notes you took notes?? I'm so gonna need those later when I noticed that my homework wasn't in my bag. You should have seen the look of dread on his face. Oh wait, you probably did.

Eventually, I reached the obvious conclusion - the owl had taken my homework to feed to its babies. Why couldn't it have taken some Slytherin's? But then there isn't any windows down there...

Thank you for being understanding probably not and allowing me more time to complete my homework. Yeah I really doubt that somehow.

Thanks,

Sirius Black, edited by James Potter.

Dear 'The Marauders',

We have always felt frustrated with having our dorm under yours. And since we know there isn't much we can do about it, we've decided to write this.

You must understand how difficult it has been for us to approach you with this matter.

We're afraid we can no longer stand your noise.

We laid in bed last night, trying to sleep, and all we could hear was your backfiring spells, or what ever it was, we have no clue. We had nightmares about you bursting through the window carrying a cauldron and making explosions.

We have to insist that you take action to stop your the noise from upsetting us. We demand that you at least sound-proof the room some how, we don't particularly care how.

And while we're on the matter, we're finding your explosions increasingly inexcusable. This is not the kind of behavior we'd expect from somebody living in a tower with hundreds of other people living in it.

If you don't rectify the situation we shall have no choice but to call Professor McGonagall and request for you to move.

Furthermore, we have close ties with several ghosts around the school and we won't be afraid to cash in a few favours if you don't comply with our demands.

Thanks,

The dorm under yours.