I cannot begin to explain the chaos of the past few weeks. I meant to come to you at the Ministry, on official business, but feared your reaction. I hope to explain in person and ask your forgiveness.

Father is quite ill. I have never seen an illness like this and the nature of his illness remains a mystery. I will write again soon, hopefully with better news.

I am uncertain what I have done to earn your silence. Even Isobel seems uncertain as to what I have done to anger you, but I wish you would see me. Though, I feel as if my time will not be my own much longer. I fear Father does not have much time left. I wish you were here to advise me.

I cannot begin to explain the chaos of the past few weeks. I meant to come to you at the Ministry, on offical business, but feared your reaction. I hope to explain in person and ask your forgiveness.

Father is quite ill. I have never seen an illness like this and the nature of his illness remains a mystery. I will write again soon, hopefully with better news.

Father passed in the early hours of the morning. I believe I should take comfort that we were with him in the end, but I cannot find any goodness in this darkness. All of my training, the best medical minds in Scotland, were for nothing. I was unable to save the man that guarded and guided me and there is no end to this pain.  I cannot find my words, I cannot bear this pain, but it seems I will bear it alone. Still no words from you, no acknowledgment that you are receiving my owls. I do not know how to hold this alone, but perhaps that is the lesson. I made the mistake of believing another would wish to face the world with me. Perhaps it was foolish to believe. I wish...I wish I did not long for you. This will be my last owl as I enter my year of mourning. I will not trouble you again.

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MJ revealed this beauty