Barnabas looked up with annoyance as she plopped the paper on top of the paperwork he'd been working on. She'd undoubtedly smeared the fresh ink he'd just put down on it.

"Good morning, wife," He said saltily as he read the article, knowing full well that the title would irritate her more than it did himself, "Missed you at breakfast this morning." This... this could be reversed? Oh thank Merlin and whatever forces of fate that had intervened in this! He was not destined to a life of misery and celibacy - arguably the same thing, in his opinion - like he'd thought. He just needed the evidence. But... where had he left it?

Barnabas rifled through the top drawer of his desk, "Of course I do. I'm not an idiot." After several moments of growing panic, he finally withdrew the pink envelope, the letter stuffed inside. He'd thought to toss it out, but something had told him to hang on to it. His manhood, probably, in case the situation was able to be rectified.