March 19th
Phyri,
The Ministry was indeed able to detach us at last, though I appreciate most dearly your offer of chopping off his hand. I am certain he could learn to play Quidditch with one hand; I am less certain that Mr. Devine would wish to marry me were I trailing around a hand, bloody at the wrist and still glued at the fingertips! And while it might stop the rumors of my supposed elopement, I should think it would start all kinds of other rumors.
I have written Mr. Devine, though I have not yet heard back — but I am feeling at least a little optimistically about the whole situation, now that I am free of Mr. Bixby. If it comes down to it I can floo to Wellingtonshire and throw myself at his feet in contrition — which would have been quite impossible, I think, with that oaf on my arm.
I have written, also, to divest myself entirely of my association with that cursed magazine, and I hope I never so much as see another issue of it again!
Ophelia
The Ministry was indeed able to detach us at last, though I appreciate most dearly your offer of chopping off his hand. I am certain he could learn to play Quidditch with one hand; I am less certain that Mr. Devine would wish to marry me were I trailing around a hand, bloody at the wrist and still glued at the fingertips! And while it might stop the rumors of my supposed elopement, I should think it would start all kinds of other rumors.
I have written Mr. Devine, though I have not yet heard back — but I am feeling at least a little optimistically about the whole situation, now that I am free of Mr. Bixby. If it comes down to it I can floo to Wellingtonshire and throw myself at his feet in contrition — which would have been quite impossible, I think, with that oaf on my arm.
I have written, also, to divest myself entirely of my association with that cursed magazine, and I hope I never so much as see another issue of it again!