6th February, 1891

Dearest Verity,

As I have heard nothing to the contrary, I must assume that you are well, though I do miss you. By now, you've no doubt heard from Noble how utterly awful I was in the potion-brewing competition; other than this embarrassing defeat, I assure you that there is very little in my life to remark upon at present.

I confess that I cannot help but feel a bit jealous of late; while I relish the freedom that Hogwarts provides, I do rather miss being under the same roof as the rest of our family, and feel dreadfully left out whenever I think of all that must be happening. I know your Season has not yet properly begun, but surely you are finding all sorts of social interludes to occupy yourself nonetheless? The most recent Witch Weekly, I know, listed a number of events in the coming weeks—do tell me all that transpires!