September 6th, 1890
Atticus,
Sorry for keeping you hanging. I just got home on the 4th, yeah, the portkey pulled us back on the 31st of August. No need to stress, I'm fine.
As of right now I'm under a strict house arrest. The auror's office is watching my flat like a hawk, unfortunately. I made a non-negotiable demand to visit Lachlan in the hospital (he was in a much worse state than I) so I don't think I can push them much further. It was on purpose and intended for me. I can't really divulge more details than that. As soon as the suspect is caught, though, you know you're always welcome to the flat. Malou would love to see you.
You'll have to let me know how the first lessons go. You know I love the stories of terrified first years. And, I make no promises about the chocolate frogs. Even fearless, ridiculous women have weaknesses.
Fallon