Barty Crouch Jr.

I'm sorry, Maebh.

Our Lord's will is quite clear. We are not to have further contact. Of any kind.

You will do well to accept this absolutely and carry on.

Maebh, love, it was a wonderful weekend.

I've just come from cleaning the sparring floor with Yaxley's sorry arse: he's still bruised and whingeing about how viciously his quarry kicked him when he moved in to truss and mark it. He won't underestimate the strength of a female again!

Even Yaxley's raving about Snowdonia, though, despite his embarrassment. Avery and Mulciber were rehashing all the best moments--and the worst. Jugson won't soon live that down. Should have Obliviated us on the spot!

And you, for your part, seem to have made quite a lasting impression on them all. For your wand as well as your hospitality.

At any rate, you should know you'll have a room full of supporters on Wednesday when you join me for Court.

I'm more anxious for that moment than I can say, Maebh, when Our Lord gives His blessing to our match. Are you able to come tonight? If so, I thought we'd dine at Monteith. Considering it was there we first spoke of this possibility.

I was tied up this morning or I'd have seen this sooner. Have either of you seen the newest edition of Londinarium? Specifically the piece on the Campbell wedding.

Lucius: can you verify that the information about Parkinson was authorised by someone? If not, I'll be happy to bring Bobolis in for a conversation about his sources and his presentation of the facts. More if you think it necessary.