Actually, I am not at home. I went to Hogsmeade the afternoon of the 16th to speak with the director at the museum about possibly becoming a curator. And, long story short, I'm now stuck in London. To say this is the beginning of a new adventure, I believe, would be an understatement!

Well, my seasons haven't been the most productive as I'm sure you know and I struggle to sit idly. I had been freelancing for researchers and compiling their field notes into legible reading to be published for them but that wasn't as productive as I'd have liked. And so..I spoke with my father about getting a job at the museum. I'm certainly smart enough and I figure if I can't go on grand adventures to far away places, I can do it through the exhibits at the museum.

Of course, it was a bit of an argument at first but finally he saw my reasoning and allowed me to come to London to speak with them. It was meant to be a quick trip to simply see what they would offer by way of position. Only, the director was so excited and pleased with my resume he insisted on showing me around in a behind the scenes sort of tour and then he all but hired me on the spot. But by the time we were done, the fog must have spread over home and I was unable to return! Father has made some arrangements luckily, but now I'm stuck in London. I supposed I can start my job now!

I am officially a curator at the museum. I went back and was told I could start straight away. It's been quite enjoyable but I've also been very busy learning the ropes of everything..

And I'm quite certain I've found my Prince Charming though I certainly did not meet him at the museum.

If I tell you, you must promise not to tell a soul. Not even your husband. We still have to speak with my father but the fog has thrown an awful kink in any plans. He was going to speak to my father a couple of weeks ago but wasn't able to and now we're stuck in London. I am, of course, staying in my own rooms thanks to my father though.

And it's unlikely he'd know him unless he works closely with Quidditch players. He plays for Puddlemere. And it's been a whirlwind of an adventure, I must admit, to us getting to the point we are. Hopefully this fog clears soon and we can meet for tea and I can tell you everything in person!

Oh no, nothing that extreme! He was going to speak to my father about properly courting me. He is ever the gentleman despite the assumptions made of most Quidditch players. Clearly we'll do things by the book.

And I think he is quite intelligent but why wouldn't a career as a player be enough? I know it has been rough for Magnus but when it comes to love, shouldn't that be all that matters? And besides, I can get paid quite well as a curator. I have the intelligence and the confidence to curate truly magnificent exhibits. I would think that between that and his rather phenomenal career we would be just fine.

And if working is my choice? What then, Dolly? Perhaps I like working and would rather have a job of importance rather than the lax life of a wife dwindling away at home.

Regardless, marriage and certainly children are quite a ways off. When that time should come, perhaps things will be reconsidered but I hardly see the point in worrying about it right now. I like to work and I quite like my job so I shall remain here for the time being doing what I enjoy doing.

What I want to do is travel the world and see all the things I've only been able to read in books or see on display while at the museum. And since that can't happen without a rich husband or some grand inheritance, I'm forced to settle with what I can. And while I understand you only have concerns for my well being, I'm quite happy with what I am doing and know that it is exactly where I belong even if I don't find myself married to Mr. Bixby.