I hope you're not too buried beneath Mount Paperwork or the Ireland fiasco today. A perk of not being permitted to work (and they are so very few) is not having to the Old Fart's work. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll retire before I'm back. Doubtful.

In the interest of starting over, I propose we stick to letters until my activities are a little less monitored. Your brother is one of the aurors keeping watch on my flat, I think anyway, and you were right. I can't risk losing my job for impropriety, no matter how much I'd like to. Plus, the little personal knowledge I know about Gabe tells me he wouldn't let either of us live it down.