Philip hadn’t had much time to learn how to interact with his eldest daughter since having his own mind again (but he was confident he would not do worse than his father, subterranean bar that that made). Still, in her young years, she had already lost one brother too many: so he was determined that she would see no more distress like that again.
15th September, 1893
Dear Philippa,
I hope you are enjoying your time at Hogwarts?
I don’t know whether you will have heard of the events last night in London: there was a dragon attack on the river. I only write to assure you that we are all well. Certainly as well as we can be. We were out at the time of the attack and your brother was injured in the chaos, but the healers are taking good care of him now and assure us he will make a full recovery. Both your mother and I are unharmed and Florence is also well, so you must not worry for anything.
Make sure you write to your mother if there is anything you require.
Affectionately, your father,
Philip Rowle
Philip Rowle
