September 1, 1889
Dear Miss Lucille Flint,
Almost a year and a half. She talks few words, but in her eyes you can tell she is more of a thinker than a speaker. Perhaps she will be a Ravenclaw. Or a Slytherin, which would be an interesting sight to see.
What happened was hard on all of you. I didn't know Mr. Scrimgeour very well, but I did not expect what happened. I would have wanted space as well if I had been through something like that. If you do reach out, I hope that I will hear of a happy reunion between the two of you.
I hope so. At least I know that he and uncle Charles are together, along with my father.
I do worry for King. But if the Hogwarts staff feels that he is the man for the job, then I am sure he is fine. Professor Darrow is looking out for him, I'm sure. The man is an honorable one, as I'm sure you are well aware.
Not strange at all. I to miss Hogwarts. Things were far more simple then, and I had more time with friends than I do now. I'm sure the hat may have put me in Hufflepuff if Ravenclaw didn't exist. Mother would happily agree with you on the matter. Surprisingly enough, she had originally wished to be a Gryffindor! I was shocked when I first learned that. I would never had expected, with how proud she is of her house.
Thank you for your kind words. During the fog, I had my doubts of if I was doing enough with my life. After deciding to sponsor a quidditch team on top of that, I felt far more settled that I was doing good in the world. Perhaps I should have been a Hufflepuff!
Oh, Sybille would be delighted to help you learn recipes and the like, as well as our cousin Fleur. Perhaps some of the things baked could be part of parties and the like. I know I would like to go to a party like that. Sybille has clearly rubbed off on me.
I apologize for my bluntness, but I feel that your mother has been mistaken. You are a wonderful woman, and I am certain that
I any man would fall in love with you. And you are a kind soul and would choose a husband who makes you happy.
I think I already found her, but she is to marry another. I do hope so. Finding love is a wonderful thing.
Is it that ball that Mrs. *? Aunt Jade mentioned it when I visited my cousin last week. I hadn't planned to go, but with you there it sounds more interesting already.
Your Friend,
Mr. Ace Lukeson