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Slytherin Fox
"No, don't worry about it, Simon, I'll be okay," Antonia said. "Thanks for offering, anyway, that was nice of you. Grandma needs somebody to keep her company, she's a lot older than we are and she's looking forward to seeing you over the holidays, I"m sure.
Just then an owl came swooping towards them and eventually turned towards Antonia. "Yeah, I guess it is for me," she said, carefully removing the parchment from the owl's right leg.
"Look at this!", Antonia said scornfully, handing the letter to Simon. "What is this anyway, some kind of cruel joke? What is going on?"
Simon looked at Antonia. "I've got an idea." Simon smiled. "Why don't I see if Grandma could have you as well." Simon suddenly realised there was that cottege that was lovely and Grandma did know that Antonia had no idea about the secret live.
Simon looked at the letter. "I don't think that's come from our parents." He sighed, "Just look at the awefull attempt of handwritting." Simon was worried now. "Does that sound like something your father would write?"