August 18th, 1894 - by owl

My Dear Vera,

I hope my letter finds you well and that you are keeping the house in check in my absence. I miss your voice and laugh and having someone other than my bank manager to inform me of your wellbeing. But the new team needs quite the personal touch, remember that little team where the roof of their dressing room was held together with the leavings of termites? Well, it is not far from that here.

But we shall prevail! We always do and I'd give it two seasons before they are competitive and we bringing back their supporters. Although perhaps I may have to hire a little coaching consultant from montrose to team them the difference between a bludger and a bowling ball.

I hear you have been taking male callers, a Mr Rosier? I'm proud of you my dear and truly hope that he me your approval, it would warm my heart to see you finally find an acceptable marriage partner. You will have to let me know your assessment of the man, my man tells me he was quite the showman in how he picked you up, a man after my own heart perhaps?

I shall be home by the end of September if all goes to plan. Despite the poor shape of the quidditch team the town hear is quite pleasant, I think I would like you to visit for a weekend, although you might find it dreadfully quiet. Apparently they do a particular celebration for Guido Fakwes night that I am curious about, perhaps when I return for that you should accompany me.

Yours faithfully,
Your loving father

Ginevra Blackwood

  

My Dearest Father,

I was so delighted to receive your letter! The house feels a bit emptier without your laughter echoing through its halls, and your absence is keenly felt. I assure you, though, that everything here is running smoothly, though I daresay the bank manager is hardly the conversationalist you are.

Your tales of the new team’s condition had me laughing into my morning tea and my dear brother reprimanded me sharply—termites, really? But I have no doubt that with your guidance, they will be turning things around in no time. Perhaps that consultant from Montrose will be necessary after all. Knowing you, I’m sure you’ve already got the wheels turning about how to whip them into shape.

Now, as for Mr. Rosier… What can I say? He’s everything one would expect a “suitable” match to be—handsome, charming, with all the right connections and manners. He certainly knows how to make a grand entrance. It’s all so typical, though, isn’t it? He knows exactly how to make an impression, but I wonder if there is anything more to him beyond the performance.

It’s all so calculated—he seems to know exactly what to say and when to say it, but I can’t help but feel that it’s all just a bit… hollow. Perhaps I am being too critical, but I can’t shake the feeling that I am just another box he’s looking to tick off on his way to securing his future. I suppose it’s only natural for someone in my position to have a certain level of skepticism, but I do wish these encounters would feel a bit more genuine. But Mama's views on him are clear and I will make all effort to assess him fairly and impress him as a Blackwood should. I will, of course, continue to entertain him and see where things go.

I look forward to your return —it seems so far away, but I’m counting the days.

Take care of yourself, and don’t let those poor players wear you down too much. They’re lucky to have you, and I’m sure they’ll soon realize it.

With all my love,
Your Vera

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