July 18th, 1888
Eavan,
That he is. Stubborn I mean. His sleeve caught fire at one point thanks to the fire rain. I helped to put it out and tried to assist him off the ground. I was wholly ignored though. But last I knew, he was well enough so I'm sure he's still with the other man though there's no knowing what they've all gotten into since.
And I did not tell her much. Simply that I was taken with an American magizoologist that works at the Zoo. She's tried prying more information from me but I've remained rather quiet on the matter. I don't need her getting any ideas in her head to pass along to my mother otherwise I'm sure they'll have a wedding planned before the year is out. They're quite ambitious women when they get an idea into their mind.
Yours,
Fletcher
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