Febs,

I'll make sure I get a good night's rest tomorrow night. The Ministry plans to send us in groups, and I don't expect them to be too methodical in the way they sort us; with my luck, I'll end up with a bunch of dim-witted fools who need a babysitter.

Thank you for the croissants—I enjoyed them, as did my secretary. Hopefully the coffee she brought me will bring me out of my morning haze.

Well have our bed soon enough. You'll be able to look out the window every morning and watch the sea while Mrs. Harding makes you tea.

Love,