Well, Well, Well

Mar 27, 2006 20:16

Well! I certainly do not know the meaning of this, but I assure you that it is not in any way, shape, or form anything to be acknowledged or taken seriously. It is a load of rubbish compiled by two frightened people probably too afraid to even sign their own surnames on the thing. If it does not matter, then why am I so vexed by it?

I only came across it yesterday; I had gone into Diagon Alley to do business at Gringotts when I noticed a pile of them in front of one of the lesser shops. I picked it up and upon reading the cover decided that it needed to be saved until I was home. My bedchamber was the safest place to read it. Just as Lucius has his office, I have the bedroom. It is where I find most solace, and I think it is because of the atmosphere of the place. It reminds me a little of home. Anyway, I sat down to my vanity to read and nearly fainted with indignation.

I am not sure if Lucius has seen one of these yet, but I have hidden my copy in my underwear drawer so that he may not find it. It certainly would anger him to no end. I have no doubt that it has upset many of our close aquaintences and relations.

I do not know if you are privy to what I am speaking of, dear sister, but perhaps then it is better if you never are. Have they been circulating around St. Mungo's? Are you even allowed to receive things other than personal letters? I do not know the particulars of your confinement.

If you do not know of what I speak, I beg of you not to ask me, for you know I shall most likely have to tell you. It does not matter now anyway. You are going to ask if you don't already know. Always such a curious nature you had.

I am working a plan in my head that may have you here with use in Wiltshire sooner than you might think. For of course, Bella, I should want to have you in my home until we can find a suitable place of your own.
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