I can not even begin to explain the events that befell me following our parting at the fair this weekend. Although I am sorry to disappoint, they were anything but fun. I shall do my best to explain and it seems you are quite put out with me and I rather value our conversations - if I may be so bold as to state that.
Shortly after we had parted ways I stopped to see a celtic tradition of sorts demonstrated. I confess, I had rather hoped you might be interested in such a piece of information and had hoped to write to you of it rather than what happened next. The crone, for I now feel certain she was not at all inclined to be of a good nature, chose volunteers from the crowd and had asked me to come forward. Miss Dippet volunteered herself moments later. I am still not entirely sure what happened, but some curse was cast on us and we found ourself unable to remove our hands from the others’ grasp. It really was quite unfortunate as I hardly know Miss Dippet beyond a brief acquaintance at school. She was quite unhappy with the situation given her own circumstances and impending wedding. It took until we were able to visit the ministry the next day for them to sort the whole sordid mess out. But I shall save you from further details, other than saying that Miss Dippet and I are not at all attached and this weekend has proved that we never will be.
You might have told me you were a Lockhart, I would not have judged you for being the little sister of Magnus Lockhart. I know him from my school days and his quite a nice bloke. I do wish you had been the one to tell me this and not to have found it out in a scandalous article in some magazine.
I am quite grateful that you have loaned me your book and will return it promptly if you so desire. I found the story of Hero and Leander quite interesting and had wondered what your thoughts were on it. I do wish I had more to share than the enjoyment of a story, but I doubt you’d be interested in a text on broomcare.
I close with the hope that you are quite well and that you may deem to write me still, despite the apparent offense I have caused you.
Most sincerely,
BEE-utiful set!