5 March, 1943

Dear Albus,

I can't take long, but now that all the children are finally asleep I can take some time to write to you. I have been making some progress with the new children, though it is slow. Their trust in me is growing. The youngest ones are already starting to pick up English, and funnily enough, Randall has started to speak some Polish words!

I did something risky a few weeks ago. I flooed to London and sought out the advice of a rabbi. I didn't tell him about the magic, and didn't name any names, but I wanted to know how I could help the children best. He told me that many Jewish families have relatives in America now, and I would do well to attempt to make contact with them. If there's a possibility these children have family in safe countries who would take them in, I feel it is my duty to try to make that happen.

I also learned some basic things too, like about the Sabbath, which they observe on Saturday, and what "kosher" means. I cannot feed the children any bacon or sausages or anything with pork in it, and I cannot cook any of their meat in butter. There are so many rules, but I hope to do my best. But I think God would forgive them if I made a mistake.

The tents are being well used, Albus, it is a good thing you found so many. Most of the families keep to themselves, but I have managed to make acquaintances with several of them. They are such nice people. I've had a few single people show up too. I try to keep the men on one side of the grounds, and the women on the other side, though there aren't many.

One man has been here for a month now, and he seems to have no intention of leaving. His name is Garrick Zimmerman, and he's from Germany. I think he likes it here. Maybe he wants to find employment in the Wizarding World; I haven't had time to ask him. He is a rather handsome man, I must say, with the typical blue eyes and blond hair the Germans seem to be so fond of. He's very kind and so polite. He's always asking if he can help out around the house, with chores or any repairs that need to be done. The other day he fixed a leak in the roof, and just yesterday he exercised a ghoul that had been making itself at home in the attic. He's very tall and charming. And did I tell you he's muscular too? When he was fixing the roof he must have gotten hot because he ended up taking off his shirt and went into the kitchen where I was washing dishes, and asked for a glass of water. He has a nice chiseled jaw and always seems to be a day behind in shaving, for he always has stubble on his chin, but I don't mind that a bit.

Oh, Garrick's at my bedroom door, asking if I can sew a tear in his pants before he returns to his tent for the night. I'd better go help him out. I'll write again later!

Love you,

Adriana

20 April, 1943

My Dear Adriana,

It is kind of you to care so much for the children. Taking the time to seek out a rabbi is rather dedicated, I'd say. I hope for their sake, that contact with families can be made quickly so they can go to them and resume their lives with people who know their ways better. Of course you'll have to figure out what to do with the ones who don't leave. Perhaps when the war ends they can be placed with Jewish families in England, for I doubt it will be a good idea to return them to their countries of origin. It would be a good idea to start giving them English lessons, Adriana. The sooner they fit in, the better.

And now, about Garrick. He seems to be very interested in helping you around the house…I hope the hole in his pants wasn't too big…He might seem kind and polite, but I think he's quite keen on you. But, you know men, Adriana, I trust you can handle yourself. Besides, it's been a tough war, and you've earned a little rest and relaxation. I would imagine he has too.

I'm happy that you're busy and content now. Things are going well at the school. The Ministry still has not issued a declaration of condemnation against the concentration camps. At least they have not closed off the borders to magical folk seeking refuge. For now.

-Albus