As most of us will tesify, last night, was...trying. At the very best. Really, it was rather immature. But, I'm glad everything got worked out. (sorry I couldn't stay longer Dean. I wish I could have. That last butterbeer got me feeling a bit peaky.)
As I'm sure it's gotten around school, there's not a lot of point to retelling the entire sordid tale. In short form, the Slytherins thought they'd have a fantastic game of jealousy and revenge, by sending one of their own, masquarading as an honest human being, and making plans to meet each of the girls. Too bad it rather backfired on them, and we're all better friends for going through it. Rather childish, really.
Harry -- Up for some flying, some time soon? or perhaps a game of Gobstones. I've missed you, mate! We really need to talk some more, the Three Broomsticks last night, was...er...understandably a little chaotic. It was really nice to talk to you, we really ought to chat more often, maybe another fly sometime soon? (or a walk, if you prefer.) It doesn't matter when, I could use some practice chasing, because let's face it, I'm only a marginally good seeker, anyway.
Dean -- I could use some help with Charms, if you get a chance. Hermione is busy with her own research, and I got from Prof. Flitwick, that you have a fairly good grasp on them. I having the worst time, with some of it. Perhaps we could make plans? Thanks for the help, sorry we couldn't practice longer. It was getting a bit late.