26 June, 1888
Febs,I doubt a night of "real" sleep will come until the situation in Hogsmeade and Irvingly is resolved. I'm always paranoid that I'm going to wake up to a fog-enveloped London or news of mass destruction overnight. Words cannot describe what I might give to have you here in London rather than in Bartonburg right now.
You're free to spend the day in my library once I manage to get you out of there. Be aware, many of the books in there are my father's, and he has a nasty habit of purchasing books in languages he can't even read. Do you know Latin? Greek? Russian?
I appreciate the scones; I'll have one before I leave.
Affectionately,
E.
— set by MJ! —