Sent to Freya Selwyn. It really hasn't been weeks since their last correspondence.

March 20th, 1890

My Dearest Freya.

It has been weeks since I last received a letter from you. How is a mother supposed to be content in the knowledge that their child is safe without reassurance in the form of an owl? I assume you have not perished, or I might have read about it in The Daily Prophet.

Do indulge me. What have you been occupying your time with now that you are back in London? Are you to be hosting or attending any parties?

I terribly miss your company, but I understand the duty you have to your husband, despite his rather unpleasant temperament.

Do write back. I miss you so. I hope the next time I see you isn't beyond the grave.

All of my love,

Your most loyal mother

  

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March 21st, 1890

Dearest Mama,

Please, forgive me Mama. I hadn't realized so long had passed since our last letter. Are you well? Are the nurses caring for you adequately? You know I will attend to you as soon as I'm able. I miss you always.

I hosted a small party last night and it went remarkably well. It was as all things should be — perfect. I've yet to hear any reviews, negative or otherwise, so I have little doubt it was a success. I wish you were well enough to attend, Mama. It would have been lovely to see you. But, I know parties are too taxing for a woman in ill health, so I hope you will forgive my selfishness as well.

Please, don't ever say such things. You will recover from this as you always do. I need you to.

Your Loving Daughter, Freya