My most darling Flora,

I am safe, your aunt and uncle are safe, and I cannot wait to return to Britain and hold you in my arms. I know it will be some days before my missive finds you; know that the uncertainty and fear you must be feeling causes me no shortage of pain in turn.

I shall write again as soon as I am returned home. Be brave, sweet girl.

All my love,

My most darling Flora,

I write this in the afternoon and trust that it shall arrive in time for your supper. This morning, I returned at last to our home in Hogsmeade, the voyage proving to be far more of an adventure than I ever anticipated (or wished for). Matilda, Mr. Zabini, Miss Zabini, and myself were fortunate to find ourselves in an early lifeboat after the ship was struck; we were more fortunate, still, to have been among the first rescued. Miss Zabini took ill during our time upon the water, but I myself remained in good health throughout, a testament to good, Longbottom blood, I should think.

There is some good news to arise from this so-called holiday, however: your uncle's sister found herself the new Mrs. Prewett, though I would ask, of course, that you keep this news to yourself until the announcement is formally released. I know you know the value of discretion.

My date book tells me that you have a Hogsmeade week-end approaching. Would you mind terribly surrendering it to the whims of your needy mama? I have missed you so dearly.

All my love,

My most darling Flora,

Tea, then at the Painted Lady. Noon. I look ever forward to seeing you once again!

All my love,