JAMES POTTER: 8 September, 1977
Dear Auntie Magda,
Sorry, still not used to just calling you `Magda`. It seems awfully forward of me and I half expect you to whack me with your handbag whenever I write it. Still, guess it’d be a bit odd for me to carry on calling you Auntie Magda now I’ve got a head’s height on you!
Congrats on your nuptials! Mum and Dad both say it was a lovely do. They sent me some photos, you looked stunning. Lukas is a bit old though, isn’t he? And I’m right in thinking your bridesmaid, the littlest one with the pigtails who was hitting your pageboy over the head with her bouquet, that’s David and Fliss’s little girl, isn’t it? Wow but that makes me feel old. I remember giving her a piggy-back when she was just a scrap of a thing. And look at her now, beating up all the boys. They probably deserve it.
So tell me a bit more about Lukas. This has all come out of nowhere. For me anyway. Mum and Dad have probably just left me out of the loop. I think I’ve heard him mentioned in one of the society pages. Lukas Khlebnikov, hangs around with a lot of pureblood families? That him?
Look, old girl, I hope I’m not stepping out of line too much here but, is this a good idea? I keep seeing you in the Daily Prophet, always going on about that Dark wizard, and Mum and Dad are fretting something dreadful over you. And now you’ve gone and got married to some pureblood nut from the sounds of things!
Like I said, Mum and Dad are really worried about you. I think you should be careful. You’ve made a lot of enemies in the things you’ve said. I mean, I don’t care. Well I do, obviously, but it’s Mum and Dad I’m worried about. They’re getting on a bit and they can’t lose anyone else, Magda. Really, they’re old now. You must have noticed at the wedding. They’re not strong anymore.
The shock of losing you would just kill them. I mean, literally. I have to look after them. It’s bad enough Dad always going on about the Dark Arts and Uncle William and how much I remind him of him, I don’t need you to go and get yourself killed. You hear me, lady? I shall be an angry James if you do.
Seriously, Magda, please be careful. The world’s not safe anymore.
Best wishes,
James
P.S. And please don't hex me for being mouthy. You know I don't deserve it really.
Sorry, still not used to just calling you `Magda`. It seems awfully forward of me and I half expect you to whack me with your handbag whenever I write it. Still, guess it’d be a bit odd for me to carry on calling you Auntie Magda now I’ve got a head’s height on you!
Congrats on your nuptials! Mum and Dad both say it was a lovely do. They sent me some photos, you looked stunning. Lukas is a bit old though, isn’t he? And I’m right in thinking your bridesmaid, the littlest one with the pigtails who was hitting your pageboy over the head with her bouquet, that’s David and Fliss’s little girl, isn’t it? Wow but that makes me feel old. I remember giving her a piggy-back when she was just a scrap of a thing. And look at her now, beating up all the boys. They probably deserve it.
So tell me a bit more about Lukas. This has all come out of nowhere. For me anyway. Mum and Dad have probably just left me out of the loop. I think I’ve heard him mentioned in one of the society pages. Lukas Khlebnikov, hangs around with a lot of pureblood families? That him?
Look, old girl, I hope I’m not stepping out of line too much here but, is this a good idea? I keep seeing you in the Daily Prophet, always going on about that Dark wizard, and Mum and Dad are fretting something dreadful over you. And now you’ve gone and got married to some pureblood nut from the sounds of things!
Like I said, Mum and Dad are really worried about you. I think you should be careful. You’ve made a lot of enemies in the things you’ve said. I mean, I don’t care. Well I do, obviously, but it’s Mum and Dad I’m worried about. They’re getting on a bit and they can’t lose anyone else, Magda. Really, they’re old now. You must have noticed at the wedding. They’re not strong anymore.
The shock of losing you would just kill them. I mean, literally. I have to look after them. It’s bad enough Dad always going on about the Dark Arts and Uncle William and how much I remind him of him, I don’t need you to go and get yourself killed. You hear me, lady? I shall be an angry James if you do.
Seriously, Magda, please be careful. The world’s not safe anymore.
Best wishes,
James
P.S. And please don't hex me for being mouthy. You know I don't deserve it really.