April 22nd, 1890

My dear Edith,

That's the trouble with bringing company along when you go out, of course. You never know who you might run into, but you know precisely what you will talk about, because it has all been decided beforehand. What is appropriate and what one ought to say to strangers, the ways one ought to look, even down to how one holds one's fan. It's much more freeing to go out alone whenever you can.

Did you get the book I sent? Poor Gertrude wasn't up for the task of delivering it, I could tell, so I had the shop owl it straight to you but I've been anxious that it might not have gotten there (only because I so seldom use those delivery services in shops, so I'm not sure how reliable they are).

(Oh, and if you did get the book — don't tell my brother I was out shopping somewhere else, or I shan't hear the end of it).

How has your art been coming along? You mustn't be too hard on yourself, you know; I always think the things you paint are splendid and I'm sure if you had any inclination to sell them, you certainly could.

Yours,
Juliana

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Jules' aging owl sometimes misdelivers her mail. Open to anyone living in a MCish area (Bartonburg, Irvingly, London, a town somewhere) who might be in the same neighborhood as NPC-friend Edith.

  

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Prof. Marlowe Forfang

Jules

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April 22nd, 1890

Miss Juliana,

I hope you'll forgive me for opening your letter. I tried my best to merely skim the contents to protect the confidence between your friend and yourself, though I had to know whom to address this letter to, however, for I believe your owl had strayed from its intended destination and showed up at my bedroom window instead.

I will now send your owl - Gertrude is her name, I presume? - back to you. I apologize for the belatedness of the hour; the poor dear seemed a little confused, and I thought it best to allow her to rest a while before flying off again. I have fed and given her water, as well, so you can rest assured that she was well-taken care of under my watch.

I hope that she has returned to you safely. 

Kind Regards,
Mrs. V. Gallivan

P.S. Oh, and regarding your book. It was not sent to me, so I assume that it was safely delivered to your friend earlier in the day.

  

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April 23rd, 1890

Dear Mrs. Gallivan,

How terribly kind of you to have looked after Gertrude the way you did! I am quite appreciative (and, you will notice, I took the liberty of ordering a post-office owl to deliver this; I shouldn't want you to be burdened with the task twice. Anyway, it might convince poor Gertrude that your house was the ideal spot for a stop-off whenever she's in the neighborhood, and you might find yourself the recipient of all of my letters to Hogsmeade soon enough...)

I'm afraid Gertrude is rather getting on in years (she was my mother's owl before mine) and she might be due for retirement, but she does have some days where she seems perfectly capable and lithe as she ever was. I wonder, if it isn't too much trouble, if you wouldn't mind sharing the particular address that she found you at last night? I'm trying to determine whether it was on the way to my friend Edith's or not — if it was, perhaps my poor owl was too tired for the trip and needed a rest. If not, then perhaps she simply got lost and it's her antique bird brain that's the matter.

In any case, thank you again for feeding her and letting her stay a bit. She really is a darling bird, whether she delivers mail to the right address or not.

Sincerely,
Juliana Binns

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Prof. Marlowe Forfang

Jules