It seemed like a million things needed to be done.  First was to return a letter of acceptance, and in his great excitement Xenophilius could not wait on breakfast.  He was so flustered that he couldn’t write a single sentence without making a mistake.  The urgency of the moment had also replaced Luna’s appetite, so she volunteered to pen the letter.  Even then, it took several attempts as her father, dictating, kept making changes in an effort to collect his thoughts.  Finally, though, the task was done.  Xenophilius signed the letter with a flourish abbreviated by his emotion.  Luna then addressed, sealed and set aside the envelope for the post office.  Only when finished could they settle down enough to eat their now-cold breakfast.

They spent the rest of the morning discussing the remaining things that needed to be done.  First in importance was the trip to London to purchase school supplies.  Xenophilius reminded her that they would not have a book list until August, and making two separate trips was pointless.  The next major task was packing but, other than her winter clothes, that was best left until after she had obtained her supplies.