18th May, 1887

Rebecca,

This letter is hard.

I have been staring at this parchment for what seems an eternity and the words aren't showing themselves. Is there a spell to write a letter for me?

I am glad you have found something you want to do and I am sure you will be happy. I want you to be happy.

What am I to do when I am home and you aren't there? I'm glad you are no longer to be near Ivory and Opal but I am scared Charity would work me harder. I don't want you to go. Who will I play wizard chess with?

Did they make you leave? Is that why Charity didn't want you to come back to school? Are they trying to split us up because that's what they have done and I don't like it. They made you leave me.

You've probably already gone by the time this reaches you, anyway. Where are you going to be? Will you write me often? Are you going to forget about me?

Please don't forget about me.

Tell me how it is going and be safe please Becky. I can't protect you when you are hundreds and thousands of miles away! I can't apparate yet.

Write me soon please.

Your brother,
James