June 21st, 1888Emmeline,
This owl didn't bite me. Though it did fly off as soon as I'd grabbed your letter.
I won't lie and tell you I wasn't surprised. Especially considering the other night.
Your mother have every reason to be smitten, though. Have you seen me, Ems? I'm practically the perfect gentleman. But seriously, I do doubt she is truly smitten. She likely just likes the fact that there's this big brave Ministry man spending time in her house... twice, apparently.
I'd like nothing more than to spend the evening with you enjoying dinner with your family once again. They are enjoyable company.
Tell him I'll bring two bottles.
What date and time should I arrive?
Write back soon,
Charlie
RE: So... Dinner? - Emmeline Woodcroft - July 3, 2018
June 21st 1888
Charlie,
I believe the Post Office has a habit of only using the gentlest of owls. They were all quite sweet when I stopped in.
I'm sure she loves your modesty as well. It's quite a charming trait to have after all. Perhaps you could give me a lesson on it? And my father is quite pleased with the offer of two bottles though he insists only one of them will be for him.
And the twenty-fifth at six o'clock would be best.
Sincerely,
Emmeline
RE: So... Dinner? - Charles Caulfield - July 3, 2018
June 21st, 1888Emmeline,
I find you to be quite modest as it is, Ems. Assuming that word does mean what I think it means. What does it mean? I feel like I have my definitions mixed up.
Is someone modest when they underestimate their talents and greatness to the extent where they're bashful, unassuming and exceptionally pouty when anyone offers a compliment or otherwise highlights their positive traits? If so then yes, Emmeline Woodcroft, you don't need a lesson in modesty.
Tell your father I would hope only one would be for him - his future son-in-law ought share a drink with him at least once (I'm joking, before you get defensive - though I will drink with your father if he so insists. Any excuse to spend time in your company).
Twenty-fifth and six. Got it.
Write back soon,
Charlie
RE: So... Dinner? - Emmeline Woodcroft - July 3, 2018
June 21st 1888
Charlie,
Have I ever told you how much I don't like you? You're kind of an ass.
And don't you dare make a comment about being a son in law to my father. I already had to talk him down from trying to force you into marrying me after the other night. I will not miss out on my last year of school because you think you're funny by saying stuff like that.
We'll see you in a couple days.
Sincerely,
Emmeline
P.S. You'll be sharing your bottle with me.
RE: So... Dinner? - Charles Caulfield - July 3, 2018
June 23rd, 1888Emmeline,
And you're kind of pouty. I can feel it from your letter. I bet you had your nose scrunched up with your pouty face when you were writing it too.
And fine, fine. I won't make comments like that again even if I was joking. I'll wait until you've finished school before I propose.
Also, are you? Is that so?
I'll see you in a few days.
Write back soon,
CharlieP.S. I'm joking again. Marriage is not on my agenda right now. Sorry.