Tethered to our chosen paths we may be, but I must admit I rather like this path of mine I've chosen - whoever would have thought I would enjoy teaching so? You, at least, will appreciate more than most that all I am able to teach is care of the ancient dead. Plenty of thinking of fateful ends in my classroom!

Funny that you mention gloves, though I... mean to wear them, usually, but sometimes in my haste I - in fact our dear brother was called out in that girl's diary for making too much of his new quidditch gloves. I'm sure you never imagined Goodluck to wax poetic about anything, but... once again, he has shown himself a miniature (or giant?) Joss in the making. As far as I know, at least, Lucky is alive and well - but then, I haven't seen him yet today, so there is always room for my being wrong. I think I embarrass him a little too often when we do cross paths in the castle, though. Does he write to you much?

Oh, Duke, poor you and the Lindevalds! I have the fortune of not having come across any of them (yet) in my classes, although from what you tell me I suspect their handwriting would do just as well as a runic alphabet all on its own. No doubt people will be misinterpreting their texts for centuries.

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