Dear Viola
I know, I was surprised and I guess a bit angry, I would never have told him, but it just came out. I still regret it, but I have to deal with it now and things are not as bad as I had feared. Holding the promise is the least I can do, I might keep alchemy, but I am not sure. It might make it harder all together.
I guess a part of me know that he loves us, I am just bad at remembering it when I have to. If you find yourself becoming a spinster, and without a job, you are going to be the governess to my children. Trust me Vi, I hope it never comes down to that, because you truly deserves a man that loves you and wishes to make you happy.
They did marry out of love, we all know that. I am happy for them, there are truly too few people that marry out of love, I wish that all people would marry out of love. I see how affected father still is after her death, it must be true love and it is really sweet. Like novel sweet.
I know, but one: I am not a huge fan of quidditch players, never have been, never will be. Two: he is busy with quidditch practice for a good reason, so I do not wish to insist on a meeting. Three: Because of the whole awkwardness I begin to doubt that he approached father. There might be something more with the whole Miss Potter suddenly no longer being betrothed to father. A love interest that tried to buy her back by offering a brother to one of us?
Okay my thoughts are clearly out of line here. But it suddenly hit me when I read your letter.
A betrothal would not have made me change my promise, I will still keep it. At least I am not the only one to find it a bit awkward that father wrote me in a letter. You are probably right about father still thinking about it, but once I reach my sixth year I will show him that I am serious about my promise.
I try not to let it interfere, but I am only a fourth year, it is not the most important tests I will face, but I try my best. School is a good distraction from the whole betrothal, and it is still long until I am out of school, so I try to think of it as little as possible, but it cannot help but enter my mind every once in a while.
love,
Mathilda