19th August, 1893

Mrs. —

[Generic pleasantries]. I regret dearly that we have not been properly introduced yet, but hope to remedy this now that I am returned to British shores!

You are, no doubt, wondering at the reason for such a note out of the blue—curiosity is a part of the human condition, I think! It is my intention to offer a tea of sorts, so that the voters (and their wives) might get to interact with candidates for Minister of Magic en masse, and in a more relaxed setting than a debate or public forum. Of course, who better understands a man than his wife? To this end, I hope ardently that you will entreat your husband to attend (the afternoon of Sunday, 3rd September).

R.S.V.P no later than 28th August, that I might prepare appropriately for the candidates that are able to attend. I hope to meet you soon!

19th August, 1893

Mrs. Lupin,

[Generic pleasantries]. I regret dearly that we have not been properly introduced yet, but hope to remedy this now that I am returned to British shores!

Now to the reason of my rather unorthodox reaching out: it is my intention to offer a tea of sorts, so that the voters (and their wives) might get to interact with candidates for Minister of Magic en masse, and in a more relaxed setting than a debate or public forum. Ostensibly, this should not affect you in any particular way, but the rumour mill here in Hogsmeade is particularly productive, and I am given to believe that your husband, for all that his candidacy is not yet announced, intends to offer himself as an option. To this end, I hope ardently that you will entreat your husband to attend (the afternoon of Sunday, 3rd September).

Even should the grapevine have erred in Mr. Lupin's case, I do hope that you both will attend, as I think it will be a meaningful opportunity for the members of our society.

(And if he is intending to put his name forward, R.S.V.P no later than 28th August, that I might prepare appropriately for the candidates that are able to attend.)

I hope to meet you soon!

19th August, 1893

Mr. Wright

[Generic pleasantries]. I was acquainted with your mother, before I became an emigrée, and I expect she is proud indeed to have a son offering himself as a candidate for Minister of Magic!

It is indeed your candidacy that has prompted me to write to you today: it is my intention to offer a tea of sorts, so that the voters (and their wives) might get to interact with candidates for Minister of Magic en masse, and in a more relaxed setting than a debate or public forum. I should not think my little function well-attended unless your own presence graces it.

R.S.V.P no later than 28th August, that I might prepare appropriately for the candidates that are able to attend. I hope to meet you soon; please do give my best to your mother.

23rd August, 1893

Monseur Maxime,

[Generic pleasantries with occasionally improperly used French terms]. My dear husband and I spent some time in France when we first departed English shores—a beautiful country, to be sure; I was particularly taken by the décor at the palace of Versailles!

Of course, you do not wish to hear the musings of a poor old woman that you do not know, so I shall cut to the chase: it is my intention to offer a tea of sorts, so that the voters (and their wives) might get to interact with candidates for Minister of Magic en masse, and in a more relaxed setting than a debate or public forum. I should not think my little function well-attended unless your own presence graces it.

R.S.V.P no later than 28th August, that I might prepare appropriately for the candidates that are able to attend. I hope to meet you soon; please do give my best to your mother.

23rd August, 1893

Miss Whitledge,

I do not often read the Daily Prophet. It is not a slight against the publication; rather, my own interest in the lighter things in life. Crime and plague—goodness, how can anyone bear to be greeted by it each day?! I am, though, an observant wife, and I could not help but notice over my dear husband's shoulder your intent to run for Minister of Magic! From a young lady—very young, I should wager—this is quite surprising, and undoubtedly very exciting for you!

It is indeed your candidacy that has prompted me to write to you today: it is my intention to offer a tea of sorts, so that the voters (and their wives) might get to interact with candidates for Minister of Magic en masse, and in a more relaxed setting than a debate or public forum. I hope that my delay in writing does not prevent your attendance, as you did declare your candidacy somewhat later than the gentlemen who have already put their names forth. I would so like you to have as even a playing field as possible in your journey!

R.S.V.P no later than 28th August, that I might prepare appropriately for the candidates that are able to attend. I hope to meet you soon!