Private message to Auror Crouch

[alt_hydra]

It seems that congratulations are in order.

Daphne, you should know, is positively glowing. Her happiness couldn't be more evident.

Do you love her? Or do you love that she'll make a very fine wife? Young, pretty, composed, and likable.

I know marriage isn't always about true love, but I suppose that I, for one, think that it's best when it is.

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[alt_crouch_jr]

'True' Love as an idealised subset of the general category is precious nonsense. Most people grow out of that with time, experience, and the losses that accompany life. (Which come more frequently for people like us. Know you know that. If you allow yourself to think clearly.)

Let Daphne enjoy her happiness. Glowing suits her.

Thank you for the congratulations.


Tomorrow in the salle. Unless I'm for Leicester. (No predicting.)

[alt_hydra]

If you enjoy seeing her happy I suppose that's something.

By 'true love' you know I wasn't talking fairy princesses and frogs. I mean unconditional love - the kind that almost everyone deserves. And Daphne's certainly among them.

Am I for Leicester if you're for Leicester?

[alt_crouch_jr]

No. Unless there's something more interesting than subduing small nests of traitors in rural backwaters, you're stuck in academe.

Honestly most of it would waste your time.

Will let you know if an interesting op comes along.

Your willingness has been noted, nonetheless.

So far no orders to prevent my seeing you tonight. Continue to plan for that.

[alt_hydra]

Aunt Narcissa called me to the Manor because Pascoal is dead, and likely not from natural causes.

I'll try to be back for our meeting.

[alt_crouch_jr]

Pascoal

No need. Have other business on this end.