It's up to you now, Robin

Robin,

Naturally, it could not be under any circumstances other than excruciating in which I would choose to pick up a quill and blot down some words to you. I apologise, wholeheartedly, but at the same time, I cannot help but feel a certain amount of aptness. The ones we love never truly become dear to us until we can no longer reach them. While I take offense that you abandoned me in my time of need to enjoy the lights of Tokyo, I’ll forgive you - though, bear in mind it is only because you have no true cause to have been there. You do owe me very little, after all. I fear, as ever, it will be I who will come to owe you.

I do hope you enjoy your marriage to come. As it stands, quite a number of our delightful guards are being paired off and the elder ones already having had to deal with whining wives chuckle to themselves as though it is something quite amusing, the younger issue’s pain. It’s quite a juxtaposition, if you consider it. What right have the likes of Jack Dyllan and, no doubt, other dubious dissidents made out of satire and disdain have to complain when they are living free? I ask you this, perhaps it would be better for the Ministry to then throw away the key so they see what it is we all live through.

But, alas, it is something that cannot be helped. I sober myself with reading. Azkaban has quite the library. It’s not too much to suffer through if you relax and consider your sins. I should think mine would be that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mark my words though, and let the guards tear for reading this, I will see to it that the people who put me here will repent and declare exactly what they’ve done. It’s a list I keep close to my chest, Robin. I daresay, though, you could probably ascertain the names.

Nevertheless, if you find yourself with some spare time there is a cafe in South-East London owned by a man named Rickard Troffmann. I suggest you ask for the grey berry cappuccino. It is truly sublime and he’ll provide you with exactly what you need. I most definitely hope to hear back from you on that front.

I shan’t ask for you to post anything to Gisele. I would rather prefer it if you didn’t attempt to. No doubt she’ll be enjoying her coupling soon enough and should I dare to interfere when I can do nothing, it would rather complicate matters beyond salvaging.

I trust this letter will find you well, dearest Robin. Thank you for your confidence.

Affectionately yours,
Cordella

P.S. I rather find myself in need of a new surname. In light of my family’s inability to show their faces at my trial, I’ve decided against returning to them in any fashion. Do let me know if you have any ideas.