June 16th, 1888
Mr. Umbridge,
Oh well, aren't you special. I could easily hold onto him, though you might want him looked at, his wing is not right.
As for my family, I've adopted most of the blame for the misadventure, which is nothing new. I doubt they would be rude, but probably hesitant. Mother is visiting an ill friend down the block for a little while this afternoon, should you want to avoid her, but that is entirely up to you.
Fondly,
February
February
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