Owl from Yvon Malfoy to Corinne Allison-Travers, dated 11 September 1942...
Lightly warded and sealed, and not as carefully as usual:
Corinne,
Sorry this looks like a progress note, my hand is so awful, but I'm half asleep. Just realised that I should tell you I've gone up to the Manor already, since I hadn't heard from you. Not that I blame you since you probably aren't very pleased that I never told you all of the facts about me, but I couldn't, you know, and it's not like I ever was able to court you. It hadn't been in the Prophet five minutes that I'd resumed my old identity before I ran smack into the biggest reason of all that I'd dropped it.
Anyhow that's all behind us, I'm here now, and I only wanted you to know because of course you'll have to meet the carriages tomorrow in Trevena since you can't come up with me. Not that I think you wanted to. Can't blame you really, the family's a bit much I know, and especially now.
See you there. Can't tell you how much I'm not looking forward to this. See if I rescue you the next time Susie gets a notion you need her to meddle.
Back to bed now. Wouldn't want to be anything less than my usual sparkling self at my best friend's wedding.
~Yvon