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2 September 2017
Slytherin Common Room
Dear Father,
I was sorted into Slytherin, just as you said. Nott kept on saying I'd be sorted into Hufflepuff; he had me half-convinced it'd come true. I'm glad I was sorted into the same House as you and grandfather and grandmother. Tell mother I would have been glad if I had been sorted into Ravenclaw House. (Not as glad as I am of Slytherin, but don't tell her that.)
The Bloody Baron is as cool as you said. Filch and Mrs Norris still roam the halls (how long do cats stay alive?). Oh, and you won't believe this—we have a rehabilitated criminal living on Hogwarts grounds! His name is Alex Summers, he's a Muggleborn, and Bulstrode told us he spent several years in Muggle prison. Things kept on catching on fire around him so the muggles had to keep him separate from the other prisoners! Apparently his older brother asked the Deputy Headmaster to hire him so he would stop causing havoc in the Muggle world. He doesn't actually teach any classes, so you don't need to worry that he'll set a student on fire.
Our Head of House is Professor Erik Lehnsherr. I find him as awe-inspiring as your stories of Professor Snape. The first night, I was sitting by myself on the stairs, upset because I left something important on the Hogwarts Express. He found me there, waited for me to regain my composure, and lent me his scarf. Then he told me off for sniveling in a corner and said, "I expect better composure from you in the future." I can't wait for my first Potions class!
Please thank grandmother for the new set of Self-Inking Quills. The speckled feather reminds me of our family owl. Give mother my love. Tell her I miss her and everyone back home.
Your loving son,
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy