June 31st, 1888

Miss Potts,

I'm sending this before I go to the station to head to this expedition. I'm kind of nervous. I went for a walk through Diagon Alley earlier and some people were saying they think those going may die. I hope that's not the case - but I am worried nonetheless.

Though in lighter news, I'm glad to read you've hung up some paintings. I told you they would be popular. You're an amazing painter. And I meant that: stop being unsure of yourself! The more you're unsure of yourself, the more people will see it in your art. Your confidence will show in your pictures and if you're not confident, it will come out in them.

And jealous? Don't be silly, Zinnia! I have no interest in her! She's nice but definitely is not my type. Though I will admit she is causing a rift between us. He is neglecting our friendship to get into her skirt. At least that's what it feels like. And I can't talk to him about it. He's a grown man who wants to finally settle. That's his choosing.

I'm just stuck here with my broomstick and balls! Though if worse comes to worst - I'll just pretend I'm courting you!

I'm joking of course... Though my father does think I am courting someone. And he wants to meet her at some point. But... she's not real. So there's that.

From
Thomas Tilcott

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