Having returned from another trip to Romania, I shall now pretend that I never laid eyes on what I just finished reading in these pages. I am going to go curl up by the fire, nurse down a bottle of whiskey, and deal with the hangover in the morning.
Hear that Draco? You've driven your mother to drink.
I am glad to put this whole ordeal behind me. While there are still a few issues that leave something to be desired, it seems that things are, on the whole, better for it.
My best love and wishes to you Draco my dear. If you decide to participate in this "Costume" gala I keep hearing talk of, I can help arrange something suitable for you.
You'd think, with all the old blood that runs in Romanian wizards' veins, that they'd have a bit more class and cleanliness. It's shocking to see how poor the country is, in both the magical and not so magical worlds.