From: Miss Alma LeFay Peregrine, Cairnholm, Wales, 6th of January 1935 (Unlooped)
To: Miss Dolores Woodpecker, Scotland, 8th of May, 1919 (Looped)
Dearest Dolores. I am so sorry for the delay of this letter, a proper lady doesn't keep her friends waiting, but unfortunately I lost your address when moving into the house and was forced to receive it from Miss Gannett, whose address I'd lost as well and had to receive from Miss Avocet. All of this, in combination to Amelia not having the time to give me a reply before christmas due to receiving her share of new charges, which I am sure you already know about, caused me to not be able to write to you until now.
But apologies aside, how are you doing, my lovely friend? Amelia told me you had two new children due to arrive after New Year, so I can imagine your sitting with one or both of them in your lap as you read this, no? You always had a soft spot for having them close, and children at that age needs it.
I hope your Christmas and New year was as pleasant as mine. Neither me nor the children can really believe we've been living in this magnificent house for a year now, it just feels so surreal. Yet it feels like I've never been more certain of anything. This house is going to be our home till the day we all die, Ymbrynes and peculiars alike. Do you feel the same way about your little home, or am I just being over-dramatic?
As I wrote that last sentence I could hear you telling me that 'it's the children that make the home, Alma, not the location or the place yourself'. Yet I know you've always been hell bent on establishing a home in Scotland, so I suppose that location do matter sometimes?
Well philosophical question about what makes a home aside, I just want to tell you that me and the children are doing fantastic, and that I oh so hope you are too.
Before I end this letter, i want to tell oyu of soemthing that I believe you will find entertaining: Your cousin, Amelia, got me a Christmas gift. And before you think that it is just a nice gesture form a close friend, let me explain what it was that she got me. She got me a pipe. The girl who always told me that a Falcon smoking a pipe would be the most ridicoules thing ever, gave me a working pipe. To bad for her I like it!
Anyway, feel free to write back as soon as you can. I'd love to hear from you, but don't feel as though you need to stress it. I'll still be living here when you get the time to write, as I quite clearly instructed earlier.
Yours truly, Alma LeFay Peregrine