XVII. June 6
Dear Dad,
It's been a while. I've been trying to cope, trying to mourn, but my body kind of shut down on me. I couldn't do anything – not Quidditch, nor schoolwork, or anything of the sort. I was a shitty boyfriend to Victoire for sure. I'm sorry I haven't kept you in the loop, but then again, there hasn't been much to speak of.
I got into the University of London. It's a Muggle school. I think I'm going to go there, even though some of my professors urged me to stay in the wizarding world. Professor Whiting encouraged it, though; she noticed how good I was with Potions, and she thinks it could be useful when creating Muggle drugs. She said she might be able to help me arrange a joint programme with the St. Mungo's internship. That way I might finally be able to combine my passions and I wouldn't have to leave either world. I think it would've made Gran proud. I hope you are together now – I know you both will always watch over me. I hope you'll get a few good laughs, too – let Mum know that those silly faces turned up towards the sky are for her. I love you all.
Love always, Teddy