My Dearest Elisabeth,

The girl who fainted, Rose? Daisy? Something floral, anyway, her elder sister is in the year ahead of me in Slytherin so I imagine she’ll be keeping an eye on her this year. That family is huge and our Head of House is her grandfather? I think? Again, still very confused about that whole family tree, so she’ll be fine. I was one of the few at our house table who wasn’t set on condemning the one who had a meltdown at the sorting, figuring the same as you, but she’s Ravenclaw’s problem now so I likely won’t be seeing much of her anyway. But, maybe you have a point about the English governesses - I wouldn’t know as mine were all French and all quite terrifying. Do you remember Mlle. Granger? I think I still have scars from her ruler. Also, I would have introduced you but they were busy and so was I in case you forgot.

I love how at the end of your letter you ask me for my help but you spend an entire paragraph calling me an idiot; you’re really lucky that I’d do anything for you. Maybe I did do it for a dumb reason, but I’m confident that I can make it work and it might take some convincing but I’m sure even father will see that having something fun to do in between all my coursework will be beneficial in the long run. It’s not like I’m running off to become a Quidditch star; I’m still going to the Flint Institute after graduation and then starting as a healer trainee and eventually Director of St. Mungos. That’s not changed a bit. But, my dearest Elise, I do appreciate you’ll still come to my games if you can; you’ll be my lucky charm.

That certainly was bold of you, but I have always supported your ambitions and this has not changed, even if you think I’m an idiot. I think it would be fun if you and I could be classmates at the Flint Institute if you are permitted to attend and you’d manage it on top of your debutante duties with ease. And I suppose I can write a letter to Uncle François and soften him up a bit before you ask, though it would be beneficial if you’d ask my father as well as he is much easier to convince and having his approval will help your case. However, I do have one thing to remind you of that might throw a bit of a wrench in your plans. You’re betrothed to a pompous arse who would never let you continue your education once you get married, and once you get married, you will need his permission.

Apologies for dampening the mood a bit there, but you can't get too ahead of yourself without considering that. Nevertheless, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day and I’m happy to hear mother is taking you to the debate so you can see Miss Whitledge. Let me know how it goes!

Your loving cousin,
Dorian Rosier