23rd August, 1893

Miss Whitledge,

I do not often read the Daily Prophet. It is not a slight against the publication; rather, my own interest in the lighter things in life. Crime and plague—goodness, how can anyone bear to be greeted by it each day?! I am, though, an observant wife, and I could not help but notice over my dear husband's shoulder your intent to run for Minister of Magic! From a young lady—very young, I should wager—this is quite surprising, and undoubtedly very exciting for you!

It is indeed your candidacy that has prompted me to write to you today: it is my intention to offer a tea of sorts, so that the voters (and their wives) might get to interact with candidates for Minister of Magic en masse, and in a more relaxed setting than a debate or public forum. I hope that my delay in writing does not prevent your attendance, as you did declare your candidacy somewhat later than the gentlemen who have already put their names forth. I would so like you to have as even a playing field as possible in your journey!

R.S.V.P no later than 28th August, that I might prepare appropriately for the candidates that are able to attend. I hope to meet you soon!