February 3, 1888
Dear Sloane,
I hope your studies are treating you well. We miss you at home, but I suppose you are having much more fun at Hogwarts getting into trouble than you did back home. Mother worries, of course, but we all know you will turn out fine - and hopefully with fewer broken bones than you had at home. Don’t let Harrison and Wally give you too difficult a time!
I know I already gave you a gift for the Yuletide, but I saw these in the store and thought they might help you with your flying practice. Remember, you are a Bixby, you were born on a broom.
Love,
Rufus
Enclosed: Wrapped in a small package is a pair of children sized flying gloves, a deep red color, with a golden gryffin stitched into the inside wrist of both with an ‘S’ and ‘B’ on either side of it’s roaring head.
Sloane Bixby