July 17th, 2000
Dear Astoria Greengrass,
I also find it stupid that your parents found Astronomy not worthy of your studies. It's a strange thing, how we were raised to believe these discriminatory beliefs. It pains me now that I used to say those words with no remorse—my twelve-year-old conscience did not seem to be alive with my parents raising me.
Maybe sometimes you can show me the Draco constellation.
I don't think anyone saw it coming that I would be a healer. But I am enjoying it very much. Sure, sometimes I don't get as much patients as my colleges, but I think it's slowly getting better. The only people who really accept seeing me are members and family of Dumbledore's Army and my school acquaintances in Slytherin.
It's more Muggle-based than I originally believed. I barely use my wand, only in dire situations, or when we mend broken bones (We actually now have classes where we teach them the spell—it's quite uncomfortable for us to do, so we let them deal with it themselves).
Best wishes in Astronomy,
Draco Malfoy
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Love, Astoria
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