Harry's Room, Feb. 1 st
Dear Harry,
You were right. Polyjuice was a bad idea.
Nathan
Harry had been staring at the short missive from his brother for the last five minutes, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts about what could have happened. He hadn't gotten a letter from his mother or father telling him that Nathan was going to be suspended, expelled, or arrested, so clearly Nathan wasn't in too much trouble.
Dipping his quill in some ink, Harry prepared a letter, wondering just what Nathan and his friends had done now.