My dear Mrs Lestrange,

When I heard of the terrible attack yesterday my thoughts immediately went to your well-being. Then I recalled how very unlikely it was that you would be anywhere near a village High Street – I trust the fog is not dampening your mood too unduly? The lack of magic aside I doubt the general air around you is much changed, unless you’re running low on cigarettes already?

If you need me too I would be more than happy to have an owl ferry some to you from here. London is only experiencing the usual level of fog for June.

Yours in friendship,