Yaxley,

I meant to write sooner, but my mother has hardly left my side since I've returned home. She asks about every letter I sent, be it the Quidditch League or my healer. I could not risk her seeing any letter I sent you.

I know my departure overseas was abrupt, but I must once again reiterate that I wouldn't have left without a goodbye had I not been overwhelmed by everything that was going on. By that point I was too embarrassed with my health to write anyone, lest I be forced to confess how weak I truly was. But know that every time I picked up my quill and considered writing, it was always with the intention of writing to you.

How are you? I wish to hear it all.

Yours,
Malfoy

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