Clifford,

I have a modest flat of my own near the Ministry headquarters; I did consider moving to Hogsmeade—a quieter life is to my tastes these days—but found the neighbourhoods within my means to be rather more dour than I would be comfortable with. I have a lovely flowerbox outside of my sitting room window, and only two staircases to climb to return home at the end of the day. One of my fellow secretaries lives in the same building, so I have a companion to travel to and from work with each day. It's a tidy, simple life, but I like it a great deal.

Though I do not wish to pry, I must ask—what sort of friendships have you found that you came to think your guests may be unwelcome in the family home?

Yours,