You know I stopped being hypothetical about three letters ago, right? Right about the time I passed the wife quiz. Curse your ability to do that to me. I am not some needy doe-eyed debutante, damn you! A cottage by the sea, with my library, and a garden? It's like you read my mind, I can picture it and I'm trying desperately not to get attached. I'm not supposed to get too attached.  You're seriously making it incredibly hard to keep this casual, Edric Umbridge.

Perfect, that settles that then. Clearly we need room for Mrs. H, since you insist on stealing her from my mother's employ. I wouldn't mind if the library was my room, that would be perfectly fine too.

I think I'm going to retire and read more of my detective novel, all of these late night letter exchanges really add up after a few days. Sweet dreams.