X. February 12
Dear Dad,
I'm going to see Victoire this weekend! She's coming down to Hogsmeade (apparently Beauxbatons gets a weekend off for La Jour du Saint Valentine) and we're going to Floo to Muggle London for the weekend so that we can go out for some proper tea. She always hated Madam Puddifoot's – called it tacky, which I wholeheartedly agree with. While we're there, I'll pay a stop by Gran's. She's been accepted into a clinical trial, which should hopefully help ease the symptoms of Alzheimer's, but we don't know if she has the active treatment or the placebo.
It's just a mess now. Gran's living on the border of Muggle and WIzarding London, and we hired a Squib caretaker to make sure that she goes to each of her appointments and to help her navigate Muggle London, as she's unfamiliar. Her life's changing as rapidly as mine is and it's a constant cycle of fear and unknown. Most of the time I think I'm holding my breath, hoping that she'll be okay while I'm at school. With the trial, I can let out a sigh of relief, but for how long? How long until I will again be panicking, fearing from Gran and myself?
I feel like I ought to let Victoire know; she's family too. But then again, Uncle Harry probably deserves to know first – Aunt Mione's done a great job of keeping it from him and Uncle Ron, but I know she doesn't like keeping secrets unnecessarily. I'll probably tell them soon. B ut at the same time, I know it'll just be pity and consolation, and I really don't want to have to deal with that. I can barely hold myself together right now, as is. That would only make it all the worse. I'll try and tell them when the time is right, but I don't want to ruin tonight's date with Victoire.
Love always, Teddy