Dear Grandfather,
I got to Hogwarts safe and sound. It was a rather dull trip, actually, except for the sweets trolley. I met some of the other first year students. It was strange! You'd think some of them weren't glad at all to be there! Especially when it came time for the Sorting Ceremony. There was one girl standing next to me dressed in muggle clothes (at least that's what I think she was wearing because I've never seen a witch wear such a fluffy, silly thing) who
cried. She actually cried. And when she was supposed to sit down to wear the Hat, she said something about being afraid she was going to be eaten. Imagine!

I went first. I wasn't at all nervous. Well, perhaps I was a little bit. But I was first, after all. Of course I was Sorted into Slytherin. The Hat actually said "Slytherin! And then some!", Grandfather. And everyone clapped for me. It was grand!
Grandfather, do you remember that girl I mentioned before? The one I danced with at the Diamond Masquerade the school held this summer? I heard from my House-mates that she's attending Hogwarts. I don't know what House she's in... I didn't see her get Sorted, which is odd because I was paying attention to nearly every student who sat down and I know she's my age and not a student before.
Anyroad, it's gotten late here. I hope this letter finds you well.
Happily,
Shane
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