Dearest Ernest Macmillan,

Nice name.

Really, it's quite charming.

If it were not on account of my mother, I wouldn't even bother to send a letter to you because not only are you a pathetic nobody in this world, you are also a blood traitor which just so happens to be the icing on the cake.

I may as well just spit it out because I'm a firm believer in letting someone get excited before letting them down. I (translate: my mother) wishes for you to attend the upcoming White Party with me on the 17th of July.

Of course, you should know that you are a last resort because there is no way I would usually sink to such a level. Reply to this as soon as possible.

Yours sincerely,
Daphne Greengrass

P.S. You should be honoured to be asked to attend such an event with me.

Dearest Daphne Greengrass,

Wow, you just dazzle me with your charm.

I say that the next time you're attempting to fulfil your mothers wishes, I'd try to be less harsh. Not only is it unbecoming, but it's completely unladylike and unnecessary.

Oh, yes, my heart absolutely leapt with joy because I was asked to attend a party which I (translate: me) had already been invited to and was planning on not going to because it's just an excuse for the snobs of the pure-blood society to dress up and try to find their way into better money.

If you're so against asking me, then why did you?

Yours sincerely,
Ernest Macmillan

P.S. While I'm so obviously honoured (note the sarcasm), I think I will hold out on giving my answer until you impress me enough.

A/N: For the Letter Challenge. Two letters per chapter. :)