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Dearest Remus,
Hello there. How are you love? I hope everything finds you well this evening. Things are going well here, as well as can be expected that is.
I know it’s a bit early for this, but I picked up part of your Christmas present today, and I’m very excited about it. I’m trying to figure out what else to get you. I’d make you something, but, well, you know how clumsy my fingers can get, and well, my paintings are just splatters on a canvas. Not real art, like in that book you showed me. Which one was that. It was a muggle painter I believe, but for the life of me can’t remember which one (It’s one of those things that keeps me up at night wondering, but I don’t really mind, because I’m thinking of you.).
As soon a school lets out for the Holidays I’m thinking about a nice quiet evening back at my flat, just the two of us? This is all assuming that Charlie Weasely is out by then, but even if he’s not I’m sure we can manage. Think about it, I promise I’ll pick up something nice for dinner. I’d offer to cook, but I remember you like your food not charred into black lumps. Haha.
I love you so much, and I can’t wait to hear from you.
All my love,
Dora.