You have by now, I am sure, heard of the fog that has worked itself into the crevices of both Irvingly and Hogsmeade. It has inspire uneasiness among the residents of my neighborhood, and I confess that I myself am hardly thrilled by its presence. I had not realized how fully I rely upon magic until it was no longer an option for me, though potions and a general knowledge of the body ensure that I can aid, in at least a small way, those who have need of it. It is my hope that the volunteer expeditions will prove fruitful, that we may return to normalcy very soon.

But you will have no such uncertainty in your summer months, for which you are lucky—bar, of course, whether or not your brother will join you in the same house this September. No doubt he will be getting his first wand soon, if he has not already. I would have liked to have seen that, just as I would have liked to see it for you It is an exciting time, to be sure, but I have little doubt that you will shepherd Archer with grace when you return to Hogwarts in the autumn.

As always, I welcome your reply.

With love,

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