Well how do you reckon I feel, going from the protectorate's most eligible bachelor to "officially dating?" I'm leaving Barty all alone to shoulder the burden by himself, and it's bound to make him sour. Granted, I've officially dated various others off and on over the years, but you're the first woman who waited for me to suggest going public first, and then took some time to decide how she felt about that, too.

For the record, despite my choice of words we are not required to do anything official, or even verify anything for the press. It's more that we can just be "us" a little bit more in front of other people, I figure. That's all.

On the overwork, let me know if there's anything I can do to help out, will you? I reckon that if you hadn't had to apparate early this weekend you'd feel a lot more sorted out. And the stars just aren't as crystalline in New London, are they? Good thing they'll be waiting back here for you.