June 13th, 1888

Miss Woodcroft,

I'm going to preface this letter with how thankful I am for the dinner with your family the other day. They were more than welcoming and seemed rather interested in your career prospects.

They like the name Charlie, too. See, there's absolutely no need to call me anything else.

In the meanwhile, I'm sure you've read the Prophet and by now, I've been told the fog has reached Wellingtonshire. Please be careful. If you need to leave the house, do so with someone else or carry something - your wand won't work.

From,
Charlie