Dear Mr Potter - the stupid, gorgeous, big headed loon that I am proud to call my life.
You're an idiot. But you're my idiot, I guess.
Yes, I was going for the romantic gesture. It was our anniversary the day I wrote you that letter. Thank you for my prese- oh wait, I didn't get one.
Numpty.
Don't worry, dear. I know you didn't forget. I heard you talking to Pads about taking me out for dinner this Saturday. Sorry to spoil it. Either way I still love you.
Petunia called, believe it or not. It wasn't a very long conversation. She told me to tell you that you need to tell Vernon what you said to me that night he threatened to break your wand or he'll call the muggle police. To be quite fair, I can't even remember what you said, although it was rather funny, whatever it was.
So, being the mature, sensible person I am, I told her to bugger off. You really have corrupted me. How rude.
Alice has asked me over for dinner, for a girls night - me, Al, and Emmeline. I've not seen them both since school, so it'll be nice to catch up. I won't be home until late, so I'll see you when I get in, Potter.
Edam's in the fridge.
Mrs Potter.