It's almost the end of Christmas Holidays, and I have so much to tell you when you come back. I can't even fit all of it into this letter! Our Christmas Caroling was a disaster, by the way, turns out the only one who can sing in that group is Peter, but he's so quiet and tentative about it, nobody heard any real music. When we got back, they spent almost an hour making fun of me for singing off key (because they were SO much better, really . . . NOT!) and when I made fun of them, Sirius pretended to cry and ran into his dorm. Remus says he's very sensative about his voice, but I'm pretty sure he was joking.
James and I have been hanging out a lot lately, and I think I might have developed a tiny crush on him. Maybe. I'm still not sure about it until you confirm it for me (wow, how needy am I?). I wish you were here, Mare. I need some help with this. I don't know what to do.
I tried talking to Remus about it, but he just got this huge grin on his face and ran out of the room to get Sirius and tell him I loved James. Then they both spent the next thirty minutes thinking of names for our kids. (Harry is nice, don't you think?)
That's the last time I tell either of them anything important.
Anywho, I've told James that I would go to Hogsmeade with him next month (because Remus and Sirius had to go tell him EVERYTHING I said, and then he came and told me they told him and then asked me out; what was I supposed to say?)
The boys and I have plans for the next Hogsmeade trip (after my date with James, that is) and they said you could join us, if you want to. You never really had anything against them, so I figured you'd be thrilled.
I'll see you soon, Mary. Miss you tons!
xoxo - Lily