16th April 1890

Oh, Di! That is absolutely wonderful to hear! Mr. Abbott was that quidditch boy you talked about, right? A Hufflepuff? Or was he a Gryffindor? You'll have to pardon me for not remembering. I haven't heard you mention him since you graduated, what brought this about? I didn't even know you liked him beyond a school age friend or acquaintance. You do like him don't you? This wasn't something mother pushed you into was it? You truly sound happy.

If you are, then I'm so happy for you.  You'll have to bring him round one day so I can meet him - maybe for dinner one evening? I refuse to not know your future husband. He cannot steal you away entirely. I refuse.

I'll be home,  soon I promise. I count down the days. As soon as I return home,  I insist you must tell me every single detail. As much adds it pains me to say and to wait, I'd much rather hear about him in person directly from you. Cook can make us tarts and we can stay up all night talking about it! Oh,  I am so happy for you, Di, really.

If your news is always this lovely, you may borrow Othello anytime.