July 6th, 1888

Clay,

I don't know if this weird owl will get this to you because I am pretty sure you are dead and so is everyone else.

But I want you to know that I will be back when I can get back. I don't know when that is or how long it will be because of two reasons.

There is a fog outside and it is really hard to see and also I can't use magic but also I am low on tablets and this woman keeps stealing them all.

Is my bed okay?

From,
Cole

  

Cole,

What in the bloody hell is going on with you? You sound insane. No one's dead. Well, at least no one who lives in this apartment. Your bed is fine, though I've been throwing my unwashed clothes on it since you've been gone. But don't worry, they're pretty soft so you can just sleep on top of them when you get back.

So where ARE you and who is this woman stealing your tablets? Are you just hunkering down with one of your best customers or something? How far from home are you?

Please don't do anything too stupid,

Clay

  

July 10th, 1888

Clay,

I don't know who is dead! I cannot see! I am blinded by the air. The air is blinding me, Cole! I cannot see!

Why are your clothes on my bed anyway? They cannot sleep so should not be on my bed!

And I am in Hogsmeade. I came to sell some tablets but I think I got lost and ended up between one Mrs... erm... Yabbley Welshdale Yaxley Washing Wishler's legs. And I don't think I've left. But she wants my tablets to keep me here - which is okay but I am running low.

Also, she thinks I am my usual. George. Please call me that incase she reads these letters.

From,
Cole
Cole

  

Georgie, my old boy,

Cole, Cole, the air is... alright, alright, it is quite difficult to see. I gather, for the most part, that people are fine. At least as far as wizardkind is concerned. Most of the world is just hiding indoors at the moment, which I hope you're doing as well.

My clothes are resting until I can address them. Don't worry about it.

Do you... know the woman's name, Cole brother? Well, if it's a safe place than just stay there, don't cause any stress to yourself. Do you feel safe enough there?

Clay

  

July 18th, 1888

Clay,

I have no choice but to hide indoors. It's been like bread and butter every second. Not that I'm complaining.It's just very tiring and she'd very needy.

And of course I know her name. It's Marge Sausage Henrietta Florence Okay, I don't think I know. Do I need to know? Should I ask? I think she's told me before.

Also yes I feel safe. Are you? How are the others?

From,
George
Cole

  

My lord, you're awful at this code-name stuff,

She's needy, eh? Are you at least having any fun with this nice lady or are you basically just her personal assistant? Either way, try to make the best of it. And... I feel as though knowing her name is important but... I guess if it isn't to you then perhaps I am wrong? I find it's much easier to communicate with people if you have a name to put to them.

Well, I'm glad you feel safe enough with someone you don't even know the name of. We are all safe, as far as I can tell. It looks like things will be clearing up, are you going to come home once that happens or are you blissfully remaining hidden?

-

Clay