[Across the Vine in the afternoon, a letter writes itself openly, not directed at anyone even though she really means it go to a number here. It's a little outside her comfort zone to write something so open like this, but it's necessary. A lot of people have disappeared over the last year, and who knows when the next one might happen?

Friends...how much she's come to appreciate them in the last two years, and even more now that she can't simply upend her magical shield to see those she's lost again. It doesn't mean they're gone forever or dead, but it does make them feel distant.]

In just a few hours it will be the New Year. I really cannot believe how fast the last year has gone; soon I will even turn sixteen.

I am sure I will see some of you at the party tonight, but I want to say thank you to everyone who has helped Madoka and me over this past year. It really means a lot to me.

This year has not been without its hardships, but maybe the next year here will be greater if we can work together.

I hope for your favor again in the coming year.

[On Amamiya's shoulders sit two mini-Amamiyas. On her left shoulder, an Amamiya in an ankle-length robe, with fluffy wings coming out of her back. A ring of golden light hangs in the air over her head. On the other shoulder, an Amamiya in a skimpy leather outfit, with horns poking out through her hair and a tail from her tailbone. She has wings too, but they're bat-like and unpleasant-looking.]

[The two are just tall enough to see each other over Amamiya's head, and they are currently engaged in a vigorous debate.]

Come on, don't warn them! It takes all the fun out if everything!

She has to! You can't just expect her to let others eat it without knowing what they're getting into! It wouldn't be fair and it wouldn't be right.

Snooooozefest! That's what's wrong with you, you never have any fun. Or at least you don't admit to it!

I don't know what you mean.

My ass you don't. Or what, are you embarrassed about a little 'alone time'?

Th-that's private! Even you wouldn't...

Just watch me. Hey, everyone! Amamiya likes to-

[Amamiya claps a hand on the devil conscience, silencing it for the moment. The tiny version of her squirmed and protested and bit at the restraining hand, while her 'good' conscience grinned smugly at the spectacle. Finally, Amamiya herself speaks:

Why, oh why, did I eat that pastry. I must have been out of my mind.

[ooc: So in case it wasn't obvious, the shoulder-devil talks like this and the shoulder-angel talks like this]