Ah, the memories that song conjures up, Narcissa, of long-lost nights under the mimosa, sipping armagnac and numbering the stars in far-away summers in Provence... Thank you for that delightful trip down memory alley.
I have been sojourning abroad, off visiting a local mystic who resides in the wilds of Baluchistan (though diminutive in stature, he nonetheless has a gargantuan capacity to wax philosophic about the physco-spiritual properties of the number three), and have only recently returned to the hallowed, yet musty halls of Hogwarts. I trust you and yours are well?
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I have been sojourning abroad, off visiting a local mystic who resides in the wilds of Baluchistan (though diminutive in stature, he nonetheless has a gargantuan capacity to wax philosophic about the physco-spiritual properties of the number three), and have only recently returned to the hallowed, yet musty halls of Hogwarts. I trust you and yours are well?
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