He sifted through the mail from the box, grimacing at how many letters and missives he had seen since putting in his ad. One of them had been most amusing, a letter from a "teacher" written by a child, quite obviously, about things children should not be aware of yet. Needless to say, he was keeping that particular letter for a laugh and to show his friends later.

Bruce sighed as he opened the last one and read the brief missive. Yikes, Longbottom. He was noping out of that one.

He sat back in his chair and put his feet up, crossing them at the ankle. Molly had grown so distant and he had figured she was not interested in his pursuit of marriage with her, and he wasn't getting any younger. The man picked up a cigar and lit it off the nearby candle, not really to smoke it but to smell it..