Familiar deep green ink in a rounded, recognisable hand, delivered by a post office owl.

Johann Storm
2B, Host House of Atreus
Knightsbridge
London

Acturus Hollingbury
277B Diagon Alley
London

Dear Joh,

First off, getting your address was apparently a task on its own. Luckily I'd left your letter in your file at St Mungo's, though I did have to go back to the hospital to retrieve it.

Would you be free these days, or at least not bothered by me, to start learning how to swim? I forgot to ask this of you yesterday - in fact, I forgot the arrangement if at all. But I didn't manage to swim in December and only now do I remember I do it on a regular basis.

I know you've said that physical exercise doesn't work for you when it comes to your noisy head, but surely learning something new might be at least mentally stimulating even if for a little while? And it's not a bad thing to learn how to swim.

I usually go swimming every Wednesday. Is that date all right with you? Let me know before the 12th.

Written a little hurriedly in the usual blue ink, delivered by Ministry owl at after the end of the working day

Arcturus Hollingbury
277B Diagon Alley
London

J. Storm
(℅ B. Spectre)
3A, House of Atreus
Knightsbridge
London

Arc,

Have another address. (No, really I can receive post at both, it's fine...!)

Learning something new and spending time with a best friend is always desirable. I hadn't forgotten it as one of my new year's resolutions. You're sure you want to teach me? Promise you won't let me drown?

There are actually swimming lakes at the Heath but I and not ever suggesting that there in January would be suitable. I'd like to minimise my risk to just drowning rather than freezing to death too.

I have cleared my diary for Wednesday night and I'll invent a new client to attribute my absence to Bal, so that if I manage this, he can be pleasantly surprised by non-drowning.

Just a small matter of me acquiring suitable attire, and for you to let me know the time and place.

Kind regards,

Slightly messier handwriting, as if quickly jotted down with some effort to keep it neat.

Johann Storm
2B, House of Atreus
Knightsbridge
London

Arcturus Hollingbury
277B Diagion Alley
London

Joh,

I don't know which place you're living at at any one time. I'm playing it safe.

Of course I would teach you! And what kind of healer would let anyone drown?! What do you take me for? Though honestly I didn't expect you to clear your schedule, that must be a great luxury to have or despite your uncertainties you really are keen on this.

The place I go to is a Muggle internal interior indoor swimming pool, no magic because all of the things in there are required to work and magic will break them down (unless you like cold water). But bring your wand along just in case and I'll let you know where to apparite apparate beforehand so we're not seen. I'll meet you there at half past six.

Map enclosed.



There is no map enclosed.

Arrived after Arc went to bed, Lix sleepily received it from Balfour's owl on her way to join him, but left it for Arc to open in the morning.

Arcturus Hollingbury
277B Diagon Alley
London

J. Storm
(℅ B. Spectre)
3A, House of Atreus
Knightsbridge
London

Badger,

I know - why do you think I invested in the postbox in Diagon? Colin still gets post for me once in a blue moon like you two do. I'm well aware I'm a nightmare.

You are the best healer. I may have made a joke. I forgot I was mention my facial expression as I did when I wrote to you in Malaysia. Try: grin from ear to ear.

All fine, apart from the map didn't get here. Either you're still drinking Christmas alcohol or you're working too hard. You spelled your name wrong in the last but I was too polite to mention. (Somewhat concerned face)

Try again in the morning? Postal address would do. The Ministry have maps. Many maps. If I don't hear from you by then I will just turn up at St M's and hunt you down in person.

Yours,