I had the premiere first year of the season today. I can only imagine business will pick up from here, especially with my brother's shop inaccessible and largely useless, if magic cannot be performed within Hogsmeade's borders. Your exile in Irvingly, though I recognize as not your fault, is therefore altogether inconvenient.

With your consent, I shall place some pressure upon the Ministry of Magic to have you transported to London. Accommodation can be found for you either in the shop, at The Leaky Cauldron, or with a cousin of mine and her family—whichever would be least objectionable to you and your family. They cannot rightly decline, I do not think, not when their own employees take the train in and out with frequency anyways.

Yours,