I Solemnly Swear that I am Up to No Good: Private Message to Neville Longbottom

I can't get to sleep, Pete. I've been trying, but I just can't.

I've got my meeting tomorrow. And I know we've already talked about it, but I keep going through in my head how it'll go, and I keep thinking he'll see right through me and just know everything. Or I'll get so nervous that I'll clam up and not say anything at all. Which would be bad.

And we might have the boggart in Defence tomorrow. I'm pretty sure about it, at least. There was a rumour. I'm just nervous, I guess. I know we practised this summer, with mum and dad, and I got it then. I just wish I didn't have both things on the same exact day is all.

Hermione Granger liked her present, though. So there's something I can be glad for.