Dearest loveliest Val,

As promised - your costume. I couldn't wait until Sunday to show you and I wanted to give you lots of time to try it on and make sure it looked right. It was surprisingly easy to find even without having to venture into Muggle shops and the clerk assured me that the trousers are completely charmless. Now, you can wonder if my charm work got better and whether my vindictive streak got more like Pansy's since you left. We couldn't decide on the size, but I assume that you'd tell me if it didn't fit, right? I'll return and get the proper size. Unless you want to wear something a little close fitting... which would be fine with me, though I may have to hex the witches that won't leave you alone. River insisted on charming it pink, but it easily goes back to the blue- if you know the secret word... all right, I can't keep a secret. It's Sangria.

About the rest of our evening... I don't know if you have spoken to River yet or not, but I may or may not (depending on how mad you're going to get) have gotten another tattoo while inebriated. And if you can hold your temper long enough to realize you don't want your baby sister to suffer, you'll share whatever it is that you put on yours to keep them from itching. I'm dying here. It's worse than the hangover, though that is nearly as bad. How do you all deal with drinking this much? It sucks. Remind me to never go out drinking with River again!

Love your desperate,
Maeve

PS. My costume isn't that naughty - but you won't like it anyway. When it's delivered, I'll send a picture.