Angelique,

Thank you, I will be there, and you’re so sweet for saying that. You’re a better sister to me than I’ve ever been to you and I’m sorry. The rumors about you were always rather weak anyway and I was awful for believing them over you.

School seems so trivial right now, as has everything that happened to me since I’ve gotten here. My first night, I got into a bit of a spat with a fellow student and ended up losing a lot of points and worse yet, the respect of Professor Foxwood, who’s been my mentor in Transfiguration and someone I look up to immensely. He didn’t write to my father about it all, and for that I’m grateful, but I’ve been acting like that’s the worst thing that can happen, but it’s not.

Like all that petty stuff I said to Miss Valenduris and Miss Fairfax, I wish I could take it back because maybe it felt good to say it at the time, but it’s all stupid compared to all of this, you know? But I suppose what’s done is done.

Really? You know, I would have taken that as a compliment. That I was so lovely that I was going to have all the options in the world and have to decline a few and only the best would satisfy me, and I think that’s true about you too. I mean, you didn’t settle - Max is a catch. Is it wrong to still look forward to my debut? I’ll be out of mourning by then. Perhaps I’ll be lovely like that too.

Your Sister,
Jessamine