owl to rodolphus
dear rodolphus,
managed to acquire a room in that hotel up the street i mentioned in my last letter. it's a lovely room, although i think i'm going to have to eat out more than i would like. the food around here is really spectacular so i don't think it's necessarily a terrible thing, though i do worry that i'll lose my lovely figure.
wandered around the ruins of ancient rome today. i wonder how much magic they used to build some of the things i've seen. there was one area on the hill near the colleseum which practically reeked of old magic, but i'm no expert.
it's terrible, but i keep finding things which remind me of you. there was this lovely wine i had which reminded me of one of our first nights together after asia minor. i hope you're not growing tired of how much i miss you, because i do miss you quite horribly. little things keep cropping up and i think, "oh, rodolphus would enjoy this" or "dolph would probably turn up his nose at this" and it just makes me feel a little bit lonelier.
i suppose that's the crux of the matter; i am really lonely here. i've been with so many different people, and i am building those important relationships but they are all perfect strangers to me. i can't be comfortable with anybody. not that i can be comfortable with many people. i can really only ever be myself with you.
i ought to stop complaining. i'm in a beautiful city with plenty of good food and spectacular wine. i only wish you were here to enjoy it with me. i think i'd enjoy it so much more. although, it's not a holiday, it's a business trip. still.
you haven't heard from narcissa, have you? i'm starting to worry as i haven't heard from her since i left. i know she's probably fine, but i just worry.
i think i'm visiting an art gallery tomorrow, with one of my new contacts. there are supposed to be some really fantastic works of art and i'm rather keen on seeing them.
oh rodolphus, i can't imagine you not loving it here. i think you'd even like it in the summer months when it's unbearably hot and dusty and full of tourists, you crazy bastard. your sense of adventure is much more active and adaptable than mine, as i am a creature of comfort.
some day, some day, rodolphus. we'll go to italy.
all my love,
lucius