Freddie,

It is my hope that this letter reaches you before I do, for I imagine I will be voicing this far more than I care to already: I have married in Algiers.

My nuptials were not altogether willing in the strictest sense of the word though I could surely do worse than Camilla, formerly the eldest Miss Zabini. At the very least, they have saved me from her brother so that Mother can kill me instead.

I shall write to her myself, do not worry; I do not trust our dearest Mama not to kill the messenger.

Anyways, I daresay I we shall have you for dinner you and I shall have drinks at the club sooner than later; I can give you the details then. I expect we will return by May, weather permitting.