Cora,

Forgive me if you find me self-absorbed, but seeing that no reports of your death have been published in the Daily Prophet, I've assumed you've been just fine. I'm safe at the Hebrides, my father is locked up at the asylum, and my family is presumably in hiding somewhere.

I'm sorry that I came off as a little haughty; I've been dealing with Regina Lacey over the past few months, and she's just as obsessed with her own problems. There's nothing like being accosted by a "friend" asking you to think about her struggles while you're suffering from malaria in the Irvingly Infirmary.

I still love you.

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