Dear Harry Potter
It's time for our fifth year, and everyone's calling you a liar. They don't believe what you said about You-Know-Who returning. But I believe you, Harry. Not because it's you saying it, but because it's true. You do tell the truth about these things.
We have the worst teacher ever. Umbridge, or, as my friends and I call her, Umbitch.
I heard about what happened to you and how you have detention with her and have to miss the Gryffindor quidditch tryouts. Really, she couldn't just reschedule your detention so you can go?
I hope you're still on the team. I love watching you fly on your broom. You always look so happy, even in the worst conditions.
Love
Reagan Ray