My Darling Walburga,

I am missing you so dearly whilst I am forced to spend my gruelling work week in Scotland. You have been the soul thing on my mind every waking hour, every minute, every second.

During today I found a exceptionally sweet wizarding boutique, and I thought that these would look just wonderful on you - not that anything is needed to accentuate your beauty, of course. I hope you will like this present.

I cannot wait until the weekend, when I can return to Grimmauld Place to you and our beautiful young sons.

Thinking of you dearly, and keeping you in my heart,

Your husband, Orion.

Walburga sneered at her husband's sentimental letter, as she lifted the lid off a brown paper box that the owl had brought along with the letter.

The box contained a pair of flat soled, chunky sandals made from dark green snakeskin, strapped with large, golden buckles. Her lip curled in disgust, and she tossed the box down on the bed.

"Urgh, I hate these shoes."


Hogwarts Speed Drabble:

Prompts: "Urgh, I hate these shoes", (word) letter, (word) darling.

Word count: 178