June 29th, 1888
Sher,
Oh Sher, I don't know why I didn't think to write you sooner! Life has just been, well.. crazy! I don't know how else to put it.

First, I went to Mr. Whitledge's graduation party. It.. didn't end well. I had firewhiskey for the first time and, well, it was just a bad night and I think it's safe to say that the friendship Mr. Whitledge and I had is no more. But that night doesn't even finish there!

I ran from the Broomsticks and fell and was crying and then there was this nice gentleman. Charlie Caufield.. He's a hit wizard and he saw me home that night and it's been a bit of a whirlwind since.I don't even really know what to think on it all or what any of it means but.. I think I might quite like him. It's silly of course. He's an older man with a career. Why would he ever even give a second look to a schoolgirl?

How are you in London? Any exciting new flavors you're working on with the family?
Your Friend,
Emmy