Truthfully, I've yet to explore much of London outside of what's necessary for work. My lunch is usually spent scarfing down what I can before the next call out or studying some protocol or another. It's very crowded and surprisingly dark. Almost like the very air contains a heaviness that I've never experienced elsewhere. I sometimes regret not waiting longer to hear back from Hogsmeade Hospital before accepting this position. London's so large that it's difficult to not feel lonely. At least in Hogsmeade I'd be able to see some familiar faces and breathe easily.

As for the fashion, well you've always had a better eye for it all than I. The only "trends I have taken note of are increasingly puffy sleeves and mauve dresses. Everywhere I look is mauve - it's left me longing for the sight of you in candy pink. Between the mauve and the smog London is very dim. However, I will admit to feeling relief at the thought of you in bright colors again. It's been a long year for us both, it would do us good for you to return to some sort of normalcy. Even if circumstances would have us never truly feeling normal again.

I understand Matthew's frustration with your father and too give him credit for all the effort he's making for Henry and you. It's sometimes impossible to not scream at my father for his continued failures, I cannot imagine how much more difficult restraint would be if we experienced a loss such as yours. Everyone is trying, I suppose.

I must confess to having felt particularly morose on the first. It was a bizarre experience standing in King's Cross to see my siblings off and not boarding the train myself. I even began packing my trunks the night before before I remembered I wasn't going. It'll get better in time, everything will.

A baby duchess! Is she as posh as Meta? I always imagined the Lestrange family as our equivalency to a dukedom. I'm sure she's trying to rule Hogwarts like it's her own little castle. Hopefully Calla will be able to provide her some guidance as an older member of her house.

Might I ask you for a favor? Don't let Edison burn himself out this year. I worry for his sanity with the NEWTs next May.

I miss you as well and eagerly look forward to your next letter.