Yule was frightening, and wonderful, and magical, and the feast like a storybook. I keep wondering when the dream that’s become my life is going to end. I am so happy that we’re friends Theo. Your lessons really have helped me avoid looking a total dunce. And now that I’m a bloody heiress, I know I’ll keep you with me as I finally have time to sort through all the family grimoires and legal documents, etc. I still don’t know who my mother was but I’m getting an idea of how difficult you Pureblood twats have it. (You are, of course, the exception, Theo, and far more swot than twat.)