You would be heartily amused, I think, at the lengths I went to in keeping your last letter out of Parvati's hands. It arrived just as we were sitting down to lunch - thankfully, mother and father had not yet joined us - and Ascella was not amused by our scampering. No wands were involved, but I wouldn't be surprised if one or the other of us wake unusually sore tomorrow morning.
There is a fair amount of poetry in your letter, have I been a terrible influence? I am glad to have read with the door locked and a Charm for muffling the contemptuous noises Parvati is making in the corridor. But I think what you write of our cork tree... is true. It seems we revisit the same things, or perhaps I do, by force of will or circumstances. You could not impress anything upon me, as I believe I've promised to carry as many stones as I hold out to you, remember?
I am enclosing for you a photograph of my bedroom, which is very untidy despite my long absence. I was but a moment ago sitting in a square of light cast by that window, before rising to send Rupa off with this letter.
I do not think it wise to keep gracious Sylvia waiting too very long. Have you plans for tomorrow afternoon?
Padma
7 December 1998
Dear Theodore,
You would be heartily amused, I think, at the lengths I went to in keeping your last letter out of Parvati's hands. It arrived just as we were sitting down to lunch - thankfully, mother and father had not yet joined us - and Ascella was not amused by our scampering. No wands were involved, but I wouldn't be surprised if one or the other of us wake unusually sore tomorrow morning.
There is a fair amount of poetry in your letter, have I been a terrible influence? I am glad to have read with the door locked and a Charm for muffling the contemptuous noises Parvati is making in the corridor. But I think what you write of our cork tree... is true. It seems we revisit the same things, or perhaps I do, by force of will or circumstances. You could not impress anything upon me, as I believe I've promised to carry as many stones as I hold out to you, remember?
I am enclosing for you a photograph of my bedroom, which is very untidy despite my long absence. I was but a moment ago sitting in a square of light cast by that window, before rising to send Rupa off with this letter.
I do not think it wise to keep gracious Sylvia waiting too very long. Have you plans for tomorrow afternoon?