1 August, 1888
— Mr. Whitledge —
My friend. My condolences: I know losing a grandparent can be difficult, though I can only imagine...how has life been treating you, since graduation? Adulthood, I mean? You're the first friend of mine who's considered an adult. Does it feel any different? It doesn't feel any different to be a NEWT student rather than merely at the level of OWLs. Is it any different to have graduated?
With hope that life starts treating you kindly,
— Ms. Rios —