Alfred looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. He had known (or at least suspected) that she had not really flooed to his flat in order to pay him for the rum. He hadn't asked her then, and hadn't expected her to tell him. The offer of information now was suspect. He still hadn't asked. Did she want him to? Did she think it would help anything for her to tell him what the letter would have said? It couldn't change the past, and it seemed unlikely it would make much difference in the future.

There was a question on his face that he didn't verbalize. If she wanted to tell him, she could.

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