You do know you can still call me February when you're mad at me right?

That must have been Tuni. Fortuna, she's my friend; she's been stuck in London because of the fog. And she's just as brash as I am. I'm so sorry she cornered you, in public no less. I don't know what she was thinking, I'm sorry. I don't think she realizes just well, what's going on or what you actually mean to me.

I told her about punching you when I first met you, weeks ago.  I promise, I haven't said anything about it since. I haven't told her any details, nothing, please believe me. I meant what I said when I promised to keep it between us. When I was upset about the kitchen she was the only person I could think of who could sympathize. I was so confused that night,  I needed somebody to vent to. I haven't told her anything about what's happened recently, she must have just kind of deduced there was something by the way I talk about you, the way it's changed since I first told her about chasing Lydia through the alleys of Hogsmeade.

I'm so sorry, I know if somebody heard it could rebound back on your job. I would never, ever want to jeopardize that. I'm sorry.