September 9, 1894 - Great Hall, breakfast post
Basil was loathe to admit even to himself how much Ms. Bonaccord's letters pleased him. It had been a long time since he'd been so invested in something a fellow academic had to say, and if his toast went a little unnoticed that morning, it was only because he had more important things to attend to than breakfast.
Miss Bonaccord,
You badgers are ever so kind, aren't you? Even in teasing you are so complimentary, I feel embarrassed by my own playful affront. I won't be convinced of it. We Ravenclaws are clever enough not to allow ourselves be lulled into complacency.
I am, however, pleased to hear of your continued progress, and even more so as to the completion of a draft! Brava, Ms. Bonaccord!
Have you a panel yet to provide commentary? A publication avenue selected? I would be happy to discourse on this subject further should you require assistance, or extend a critique to the draft, in as much as my own expertise may overlap with your subject matter.
At your disposal for whatever may arise,
Basil Foxwood
Basil Foxwood