June 9th, 1888

Miss Woodcroft,

I trust my awful owl finds you well and doesn't decide to keel over. It's rather old. Also, it bites. Be careful.

The fog seems to be getting worse and I'm unsure if you've read the Prophet, but there's no magic inside the fog so please, if you head to Irvingly, try to be safe. It ought not be heading to Hogsmeade though if it does, I'll likely be stationed there to keep an eye on things. Or I'll be sent to London.

Or wherever. I'm not sure.

I also hope you are recovering well. Drink lots of water. Your head is probably hurting and your stomach is likely in knots. Take it easy.

Also, I have your wand.

From,
Charlie