Scarlett read the letter eagerly, glad for some communication from somebody other than Liam and a house elf. Miles was avoiding her - she hoped he wasn't still mad about her every so pesky problem being an alibi - and Liam kept going on about Daphee this and Daphee that, whoever the hell she was.
Either way, she was bored.
Dear Cass,
I've been much the same, stuck in this dreadful place. Honestly, there's just nothing to do here for a lady of leisure except Miles and well, finding him would be a fine thing.
Oh, you did? Really? How fabulous of you, darling. And you're quite right, there's no reason why he shouldn't want to help me. After all, I am completely fabulous and everybody should.
Tell him to owl the shack with the letter enclosed. It gives my permission for a Mr. Terry Boot to have copies of my files. Everything's signed and sealed but if he has any problems, I'm only an owl away.
A Legilimens? Who on earth do I know who has that sort of skill? No, I'm afraid I don't so any help he could give me in that area would definitely be a plus.
Naked in my bed? I might just take you up on that offer one day.