Ida was usually prompt with her letters, though her usual morning to writing had proved to be eventful to say the least. She sat at her desk now, appreciative of her mentor's unexpected and kind note, but honestly a bit embarrassed to reflect on her current state. Her broken ankle had been healed, though still tender to walk and weak, and she was poised to flagrantly blow off at least a dozen rules, regulations, and municipal codes. It was actually astonishing that she was alive and capable of writing at all, and now the person responsible sat somewhere in one of her sheds. This was a story she wasn't even sure she could commit to writing for the girls in her burn journal! Certainly it doesn't make sense to bring it up here. ...Not fully, anyway.

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I'm happy to hear from you, though wish it were better circumstances. The news has come quite as a shock to everyone in Irvingly, especially as many of the wizarding families here are so tight-knit. Many are angry with the handling of this situation as well, which only mounts tensions. But rest assured, my little brother and I are staying far from it all and taking extra caution and keeping indoors.

Although, since you do mention the matter of assistance, I wonder if I might ask for your opinion on a purely hypothetical scenario. In this hypothetical scenario, a man is turned into a dog. I've taken note of my formula here, where we can suppose the proportions listed are quite accurate for both man and desired dog, based on a real dog comparison subject. Assuming one's wandwork is on point, do you see any grave mistakes? Or perhaps any guesses for how long the man would remain a dog if otherwise left unattended?


Sent along with the letter, are Ida's neatly-taken notes of her work and formulas used to work out how she intended to transform Clifford into a dog with... hopefully great success.

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