July 4th
Phyri,
Of course you must come to visit us as soon as is convenient! I am quite amazed I hadn't thought to invite you already, but I suppose after living so long with Armando (who is so disagreeable when I inflict company on him for anything longer than an hour or two), I am still adjusting to the idea that I am mistress in my own house and can invite whomever I like for as long as I like (within reason; while we are in Ireland we are living with Mr. Devine's parents, as you know, and I should hardly want to inconvenience them too much, but I cannot suppose in this case they could possibly have much objection since there is so little to do without guests).
Signing up for an expedition sounds exactly like the sort of folly you are prone to (do not take offense at my wording; everyone has their own particular brand of folly and yours is no worse than anyone else's, and a good deal better than most), but I am terribly glad you didn't; I should worry about you ceaselessly if you were off in the unknown without even a wand! (And you would leave me no one to write to).
As for the rumor, I don't believe any particular man was mentioned (as though it would make much of a difference which Hog's Head patron I was running about with, if that were the case), but now that you've mentioned a dobbleganger — well, the idea doesn't seem entirely likely, I admit, but I did have a letter from Miss R— who is still in Hogsmeade and was certain I was, as well, because she said she had seen me on High Street. I thought she must have been mistaken in the fog but it does present quite the mystery.
If I do have a look-alike, I hope they will take care not to go trouncing about with men at the Hog's Head!
Yours Affectionately,
Ophelia
Of course you must come to visit us as soon as is convenient! I am quite amazed I hadn't thought to invite you already, but I suppose after living so long with Armando (who is so disagreeable when I inflict company on him for anything longer than an hour or two), I am still adjusting to the idea that I am mistress in my own house and can invite whomever I like for as long as I like (within reason; while we are in Ireland we are living with Mr. Devine's parents, as you know, and I should hardly want to inconvenience them too much, but I cannot suppose in this case they could possibly have much objection since there is so little to do without guests).
Signing up for an expedition sounds exactly like the sort of folly you are prone to (do not take offense at my wording; everyone has their own particular brand of folly and yours is no worse than anyone else's, and a good deal better than most), but I am terribly glad you didn't; I should worry about you ceaselessly if you were off in the unknown without even a wand! (And you would leave me no one to write to).
As for the rumor, I don't believe any particular man was mentioned (as though it would make much of a difference which Hog's Head patron I was running about with, if that were the case), but now that you've mentioned a dobbleganger — well, the idea doesn't seem entirely likely, I admit, but I did have a letter from Miss R— who is still in Hogsmeade and was certain I was, as well, because she said she had seen me on High Street. I thought she must have been mistaken in the fog but it does present quite the mystery.
If I do have a look-alike, I hope they will take care not to go trouncing about with men at the Hog's Head!
Yours Affectionately,