26th February, 1892

My dearest brother,

I (and, indeed, nearly all of my year, so I shall not let myself get too high and mighty about it) received today rather unexpected correspondence. The Flint Institute of Advanced Magic seems to be seeking pupils from Hogwarts' graduating class, though I confess, I do not think I had heard of it before (it is hardly in our sisters' wheelhouse, and I daresay our brother would do anything in his power to steer me away from such a course!). I cannot help but be curious, however, and wonder if you had heard anything of note about the establishment?

As I can practically hear you wincing even as I write this at the notion of my taking an interest, rest assured that 'inquiry' and actual 'interest' do not necessarily go hand in hand (at least, not yet). I simply wish to weigh all of my options properly before making any decisions. Though, if you feel as though mentioning it to Ford would be prudent, do advise (with detail, particularly where the vein in his forehead is concerned!) of his reaction.