ACT FIVE, SCENE TWENTY THREE

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LETTERS

Sagey darling,
Happy eighteenth anniversary, my love. It's been an honor knowing and loving you for almost two decades, and I can't wait to do it for the rest of our lives.
I had Harry stop in Hogsmeade to pick up something I had custom-ordered for our anniversary, so it should arrive on your doorstep by this evening. And before you yell at me for spending money on you—the richest girl I have ever met would have an issue with people buying her things—just know that I am just trying to repay you for the eighteen years you've spent loving my miserable self.
Thank you for everything. I'll stop by at the beginning of April to be with you for the anniversary of Julien's death. Or, if you'd like, I can leave you alone and let you spend it with my brother, since the two of you knew him best. It's up to you, my beautiful wife. You tell me where you want me and I'll be there.
You've turned me into a sap, Sage Fontaine-Black. And Godric, I wouldn't change a single thing.
Love you more than you'll ever know.
Yours,
Sirius

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