These past few days, I’ve considered breaking you out of your Manor and stealing you away to some secret hideout where they’ll never find us. There will be a piano, of course, and books - lots and lots of books. I’m sure Astoria could think of some brilliant lie to explain an accidental burning down of your manor. I’ve grown very fond of her; her stack of Greengrass relics and her family library have given me endless research opportunities. I wish you were here to dig through the texts with me in between whisking eggs and muggle music. 