June, 20. 1894
Gus,
Happy Birthday, old friend! I hope you don't mind but I've gone ahead and fixed up the scarf that ripped in class. This time I've enchanted it with a bit of a protection spell to prevent further damage.
Really, Gus, if you don't get that wand fixed I'm going to drag you to Ollivanders myself. It's not safe you know! Any number of incidents could occur, especially with all your antics and galavanting around the world and--
Just... fix it, for me, please? It will make the holiday that much more bearable.
Let's get together whenever you're free and we can have lunch to celebrate.
Anyhow, I hope you have an excellent day with lots of celebration. Give Figueroa and Seamus a sensible kiss from me and Edmund a good kick in the pants. (He deserves it, I'm certain.)
respectfully,
Basil Foxwood
Basil Foxwood
[Attached in a parcel is a handful of sweets, a book on Nordic curses, and the same Hufflepuff scarf Basil gifted Gus some time last year with the same stitching of the raven in the corner, this time mended. If one bothered to look too closely at the raven, they might notice an alteration to its form. Its feathers have been greyed and the eye shines a poignant blue. Strangely enough, it seems to resemble a jackdaw now, more than a raven...]