It is good to be home. It still seems strange to call an apartment in New York home, even after three years here, but having been back to England, I believe I am happy to do so. The England of this world is just similar enough to have all the differences be quite jarring and unsettling, the major one of which being no wizarding world. Walking through London, going to Scotland and not finding what my mind says should be there was... unusual.
However returning home did have its interesting moments. My thanks to those who sent me gifts for Christmas and if you are very lucky, Tonks, I may share the results of your present with you. The tesseract's gift was somewhat less welcome. I am not certain I needed the Headmaster's portrait, especially as it has retained its magic. Still, I suppose I have been lacking someone to have intelligent arguments with and the Headmaster was always good for that much at least.