If I hear hem hem again, I swear I will use an unforgivable on myself. Her father must be out of his damn mind if he thinks I'm going to give that woman the time of day after what happened yesterday. Honestly, dragging me there. I wanted to gouge my eyes out there was so much pink and purple. It was disgusting and she thought I'd be able to eat? Out of her bloody mind, she is.

Private to Boudicca Selwyn
I'll be completely honest with you, Boudicca, since you seem the sort who appreciates blunt honesty instead of going around the bend to get to it. I've technically been, for the lack of a better term, courting Dolores Umbridge the past two months to determine whether or not she would make a suitable wife (my estate requires me to marry and have an heir or else it'll cease to exist seeing as I am the last). Unfortunately, as I'm sure you read in the paragraph above, she has been driving me to the point of insanity so things will be broken off effective immediately.

The other day, at Flourish & Blotts and elsewhere in Diagon Alley, I enjoyed myself and you and I seem to get along well enough. Feel free to object if you are not feeling the same way and my presence irritates you. That being said, I have decided that if things continue the way they are, I will speak to your father. However, I won't do such if you'd prefer me not to. One negative word from you and the both of us may remain simply friends.

Now, on a more positive note, I have reservations at a restaurant in Scotland. It's just a pop away and you are welcome to join me if you'd like.