owls between Gladys and her mother, 13 May 1978
I’m a pretentious Ravenclaw, less than eight isn’t an option for us, love. I’ll try not to, but no promises. Most of them, yeah, but Potions is going to be a bitch all around. Only one I am sure I will fail and fail miserably I will.
I don’t think you’re pretentious. And going with the whole Ravenclaw stereotype bit, I don’t think you’ll fail. You won’t let yourself. You’re only meant to succeed.
Er… Well, I dunno that she really knows exactly, jus’ the general area. But that’s what she’s applyin’ for anyway, an’… We’ll see where she ends up.
What do you want to do?
Eight, which is less than I would have liked originally, but I’m glad I stuck with it. Anymore and I’d be flinging myself off the tower.
Eight. Eight?! Merlin! I thought my five were— goodness. Well, don’t do that. The throwing yourself off a tower thing. Do you feel prepared for them? All eight.
Only six more exams and I’m done— Monday cannot come soon enough.
How many classes are you taking?
She wants to be an astronomer, an’ there’s more opportunities in muggle jobs, so she needs to learn how to blend in with muggles.
Oh! How neat. I’ve never met anyone who wanted to be an astronomer. Well, good on her. Knowing what she wants to do and all.
Con— con s’bit drastic. But if you need a test subject, I wouldn’t object.
I’m a rotten cook. I nearly killed my boyfriend.
Fantastic. I love you!
Just double checking. I want it very clear in writing.