March 9th, 1888

Dear Miss Beauregard

Looking back on my school days I do not believe I can count the amount of hours I spent in the library. The number of hidden coves and books that filled the room often dragged me in. I do admit that I was also fond of the animal pens for Care of Magical Creatures, for I've often found that animals and books are two things that are easiest for me to speak to. This is something my sisters find me at great fault for. I do hope you won't think less of me for admitting to such a shortcoming.

Short stories often remind me of my childhood. Like the tales our nanny would tell us when we were little. I almost think libraries are like short stories in themselves. A single place to house such many wonderful thoughts and tales.

Perhaps I may take you up on that offer. My sisters endlessly laud Isolde Bennet's words, and while they do seem feminine in nature I have enjoyed them. Presently, however, I am hoping to find something more filled with adventure than tales of dowries. This may be another fault of mine - indulging in my sisters' requests and whims as soon as they are asked or suggested of me.

Sincerely,
Mr. P. Adlard.

  

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