Harriet: she nodded and went to her office. She took out some parchment and a quill. She wrote:
Dearest Marty,
Hogwarts was under attack again. The whole world is against us wizards now. Most everything is settled though, and Corbin, the psychologist I wrote to you about before, was just appointed minister of magic. I suppose that's good. It broke my heart firing Georgette, but she isn't in her right mind. She actually stabbed my stomach. I'm alright though, don't worry. I realize I have become timid around her and I feel horrible for that, but I don't want to be hurt again. That's understandable, right?
Well Marty, I've been missing you every day of every month of every year since you left. I know you can't return, but I am keeping my promise of writing to you each week. Oh how I wish you'd reply, but I understand it's difficult to find good parchment where you are. I love you more than anything on this planet, and I hope to see you soon.
Your loving wife,
Harriet.
She walked over to her fireplace and dropped the letter in. She watched it burn. "I miss you Marty." She whispered. "So, so much." She sat down and cried.
OOC: Marty's her late husband, if you didn't get that.