Miss Fairchild,

Heavens, no! My Aunt Nephele has required that every adventure outside the home has a purpose with the fog having consumed the entirety of our village, and it's terribly difficult to justify trips without our supplies lists having yet arrived.

I suppose the best we can do at this moment is hope for the best; there has never been a tragedy in Hogsmeade that has not faded with time, and I expect no less for this fog.

Sincerely,