The Dungeons

[Stamped to indicate the letter has been read by an Ministry-appointed Healer at St Mungo's]

Hello pumpkin,

I promised I would write because you couldn't come this weekend, what with your big party invitation and all. I don't have any news really because I've seen you three times already this week and I don't do very much except read and talk to the other patients so there's nothing much new to say. It's raining, but that's not much news is it, except that I can't see the trees properly from the big window.

My own Mum and Dad will probably come to see me tomorrow, they usually do, and they'll be so surprised to hear I've seen you. Happy too. It will make them very happy, I know it will.

I think you're probably too little to understand but I want to say this anyway, because I don't know how to when you're actually with me. Daddy can probably help explain for you so you show him this letter, ok? What I wanted to say was that I'm sorry I haven't seen you before now. I thought I was too sick. But it seems like I'm well enough after all and now I feel, well, a bit silly. I was just trying to be careful because you're so important to me. And if I think I don't deserve to see you as well then that doesn't mean I should be allowed to upset you that way. I'm sorry.

Have fun at your party. And come back and see me soon. Monday I think the plan was. I hope it's Monday. Miss Hanson says to tell you she does too. The patients here don't see many little girls and especially not really brilliant ones like you so everyone's looking forward to seeing you again. Especially me.

Love,
Da

Why hello there, my friend! How good of you to have saved me a seat? May I? Of course I may!

Remember how we've talked of playing Wizard's chess? Well I've brought my set. It was made especially for me, you know, so I have to warn you that I'm always white. I'm so not a winter. Much more spring and summer, wouldn't you agree?

*pushes door closed and sighs*

We should be able to get privacy in here. Just for a moment.

This seems to be going well, don't you think, Idgie? Where is Pansy?

*the clink of a glass set back down on a tabletop*

Well, since you're offering, dear. I'll have another, certainly.

*the creak of the door and a jangle of bells*

I told you it'd still be open. ( It's Saturday. )