how fortunate, my soul
that my dear love
averted
avoided
conferred against fate

my elopement
with a strange,
strange, silly friend.

Though I wonder,
I confess,
with amused disbelief
at what it pertains
to my worth

if aversion was aided
with a mere

book?

No less.

I'm only writing to say that I'm safely at work, Hermione. Something very strange was recovered this afternoon, and they want me to look into it straight away. But of course, I'm not allowed to speak of any of this. Never in my life have I actually wished to express myself and found I am unable to do so. I don't know how long I'll be here.