(1939-01-17) Meeting Request, Love Letter
Details for Meeting Request, Love Letter
Summary: Gus asks Eibhlin to meet him at Madame Puddifoot's. Later, he writes her a letter.
Date: 1939-01-17
Related: Love Letter.

Dearest Eibhlin,

I had almost forgotten, but this weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend, isn't it? I'll meet you there, sweetheart, at Madame Puddifoot's, Friday night. I can't wait to see you.



(Friday, after not seeing her…)

Dear Eibhlin,

I have to admit that the thought of you cooking for me and my family is an intriguing one. I assume Mama always kept a fully-stocked kitchen, but I'll be happy to ensure whatever you need is present for your visit, just be sure to write with your requirements. I spoke to Lizette about the idea, and she seemed to enjoy the thought of being your kitchen maid, that day. She'll be eager enough to fetch and carry for you, at the very least.

I shall of course be concerned for your well-being at school, and wherever you are that I can't protect you. I've asked Douglas to look after you since I'm not there any longer. He may tease and flirt, but at heart he's a good bloke, and I know he'll be your ally there at school should you need one.

Believe it or not, we wizards do believe in God. At least, most of us. My parents are both marginally Catholic - I've been baptized and everything, as have my sisters, though honestly that's about as far as it's ever gone. I only have a passing acquaintance with things Biblical. Still, the idea that she's not gone forever is a comforting one. Lizette was positively enchanted with the idea of Mama as an angel in Heaven, complete with wings and a harp. I like the idea. I want to believe in it.

Honestly though, dear, what brings me the most comfort right now is knowing that I have you. Do you wear the locket I gave you for Christmas? Will you send me a photograph of yourself? I thought we might get one taken in Hogsmeade, and I meant to see you at Madame Puddifoot's, but I suppose that the owl I sent with my message earlier never reached you.

Father, it seems, has decided that the best thing to do now is to throw himself into the work… but he's chosen to focus on quality control on our wines. This involves a lot of tasting. Too much, I fear. Yesterday he tasted an entire flight of wine - all told, he 'tasted' more than a bottle and a half on his own. And he didn't spit it out, either. I will give him a week of this, before I get really worried.

I'm sorry that this letter has been a bit rambling, sweetheart. I'll sign off, now. Take care of yourself. If you can see me in Hogsmeade tomorrow, send me an owl, and I'll Apparate there straight away. Tell me where and when.



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