This letter came wrapped in a white ribbon.

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One-and-twenty is hardly the brink of ruin—though if I do tumble into spinsterdoom, I think I'll be okay. I'll just spend my days on the stands where I can judge you all day. That sounds like a beautiful way to spend my time, and I won't have any regrets. Though if you really wish me to be Mrs. Longbottom (Juniper Longbottom doesn't exactly roll of the tongue), then by all means have a registrar awaiting at the cottage. Maybe I'll say yes there.

The chocolates are divine and I look forward to eating them all once I am there with you. Or perhaps I’ll share them… depending on how you plan to “educate” me. I do have a bauble of Felix Felicis that I've itching to use, so I can absolutely be lucky. Still, I’m not heartless—so I’ve sent along a little token to tide you over until you see me. I won’t tell you where it came from, but you’re welcome to guess.

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