While I have not tragically perished yet, boredom threatens to be my undoing. Colonel Whiskers is my lone companion in this foggy prison, and I begin to worry that I shall never escape it for Hogwarts. I have heard that there are those who speculate that it strips magical ability from children, turning them into squibs. This worries me, and I am jealous indeed that you have been able to flee to safety!

What is it like on the outside? I have scarcely even left the house in days and am desperate for news.

Yours in tedium,