It had been a long, but productive train journey through northern Europe. Like Balfour, Johann’s heart had dropped into his stomach as the specially chartered train pulled out of
platform seven and a half. Their carriage was full of Ministry bodies from different Departments, though not important
Heads like Balfour, just well briefed, up-to-speed
brains like Johann.
The train had filled as they passed through France and Germany, picking up respective Ministry parties, and the whole train had become a mishmash of friendly, yet competitive reunions as it rumbled along the magical tracks to Helsinki, Finland ahead of the start of the
G8 3/4.
Two hours ahead of England, the British group were finishing a dinner in their lodgings, when someone handed Johann a personally addressed letter over the table. Surprised anyone felt the need to write to him personally (other than perhaps a last minute wobble by Gabrielle, which seemed unlikely). He recognised Balfour’s hand instantly, and left the table abruptly once he got past the first line.
My love,
Missing you. Warm and safe, even if it is chilly out. Most fruitful negotiations with our neighbours already conducted on the train as predicted.
I am sorry you had to face this alone, darling. Feliks has written a very calm account, by comparison. Heartening that he sought out Greyfriar the instant he understood what he had received. Despairing that he received them at all. I shall implore Ignan to vet the post Feliks receives at school. If there have been two, then there will be a third.
Cannot help but feel there is something we have missed. Or overlooked. Fortunate I was not expecting to sleep much tonight, though you must. Feliks is safe at Hogwarts, and owls can be held.
Keep me posted, and of course I’ll write him. Frustrated by not being with you both as much as this situation as a whole.
Hope this reaches you before you sleep. Every post-owl in Helsinki is in use as you can expect.
All my love,
[Feb 19th] In the Field of Human Affection (Johann)