Mnemosyne was in a mood when she returned and, for a moment, Pansy wondered if she'd been caught by Umbridge or something. It took several minutes of petting and a handful of owl treats to get her to calm down.
By the time she'd read the first sentence, she knew it wasn't Umbridge that had annoyed her owl. Frowning, she read the letter several times. Then she stared off into the distance a moment.
Finally, she picked up her quill to answer.
Darling Priest,
If your home isn't where I expected it to be, then we need to talk. I would hope that it means that you have a hidden romantic getaway, but from the tone of your letter, I think not. And if the latter is the case, then I suspect you may think you will put off talking to me. But you won't.
You don't want me to nag, Cass. You haven't been exposed to it much, but I promise you it isn't pretty or pleasant.
And if that doesn't work then I'll remind you that you have obligations to my daughter if something happens to me, and I need to know where you are so you can be reached quickly if the elves need to reach you.
Yes, darling, I'm shameless. I even resort to guilt.
One day? Soon? I think not, darling. Today. Drag yourself over here and tell your goddess all about it.
Or I'll send you-know-who out to find you. And that will annoy the both of you....and I'll still get my way.