The third response she'd received to her inquiry on Atticus' behalf made Poppy hum in thought. Slytherin, twenty-two, E.M. She mulled over the details provided and wondered if she might be able to guess who 'Miss E.M.' could be. Coming up empty, she next considered the prospect of such a formal proposition. It seemed well-bred enough to offer a character reference, and she was of suitable age to marry someone on the cusp of being ancient as her dear cousin was. (For a bachelor at least.) Poppy couldn't imagine his marrying one of her classmates, or really anyone, in their first year debut. As Miss E.M. stated: they would be much too young and foolish. No, no. Miss E.M. seemed quite a healthy choice and Poppy nodded to herself, convinced, as she put quill to paper.
Dear Miss E.M.,
I thank you for your response and gratefully entertain the idea that you, of all candidates, understand exactly what is meant by excellence. Your pedigree seems promising and your abilities to uphold an esteemed name do you credit.
I should like to meet for tea to discuss the prospect of a match and better acquaint you with the gentleman’s situation. Would you be amenable to meeting in Hogsmeade in the coming weeks, schedule allowing?
respectfully,
Excellence Required
Excellence Required
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