May 30th, 1888 — Post

Dearheart,

Tonight is the night of the Coming Out Ball when many Hogwarts students will be graduating. Do you remember the night I snuck to see you the night of your own graduation? You looked so dashing that night, it made me fall in love with you all over again. Do you remember how I stole you away for a moment?

- D. L.

Clarence Bennet

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   Clarence Bennet

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June 1st, 1888

My dearest,

I dread in anguish as I recall how isolated you are my love, although, it appeases my spirit to receive your letters. Ah... How could I forget such night, I thought my hands would have to rest over someone not worth my love, but then I saw you, I cared no longer for the ceremony as soon I saw your silhouette. I follow you, going further away from the crowd and a step closer to be embraced in your arms... Oh, my love, Merlin knows how long I waited to waltz with you under the starry skies, there was no melody except a fainted trace of "Emperor's Waltz" by Johann Strauss II, followed by the lovely suite of Tchaikovsky... How many hours I had played those songs in my head during the times I miss you the most...

I should not speak more, although, I shall wait for our next rendezvous, until then adieus my love.

Yours faithfully,
Jo.

  

June 3, 1888

Sweet One,

I am not that isolated so you needn't be in anguish. There are many others like me who live in the caverns alongside me, after all though truth be told, I'm usually more into keeping company with my books than I am with the others. I do not mind them all too much though.

Just name the time and I'll be there.

- D. L.

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June 4th, 1888

My dearest,

It appeases my heart to read such words, I will assure to bring more in our next meet and if you would like you may also be bestowed one of your kisses, I had been changing my diet in order to look as sweet as my heart, who counts the days of our reencounter. Oh, my love, shall we meet in the next New Moon, in the same place as usual? Or would you rather I let my window open of my room, not the one of my family estate, rather the one in the city... Although the walls are not the most solid of them all in those parts of town, I want to be in your arms again my love, although I dread every night of our fates if anyone ravishes our sanctuary...

Always faithful to you,
Jo.

  

June 5th, 1888

My sweet,
This fog seems troubling, where do you think it has come from? I don't know what this fog is but I would feel much better if you left for the city estate. I will meet you there in a few days if I can.

  

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