The mistletoe seems to be avoiding me. I have been searching for it ever since it was first spotted, and nothing. It figures, though - now that I've got my shiny and delicious peppermint-chocolate lip gloss, there's nobody I can test it on.
Anyway, moving on to another subject: for those of you who might be interested, Luke and I have managed to corner Letty and ask her about her recent detention. It took a lot of effort
(and some threats to tell Mum) but she eventually revealed that she placed some very sharp pins on Umbridge's seat before class, and that she was responsible for writing "Educational Degree Number 8888888: Umbridge is a fat cow" on a wall. She's refusing to say what she had to do for detention, though.
I think that's official: my sweet-looking little sister is the devil's spawn.