July 16th, 1888
Fletcher,
Oh my goodness, what a predicament. It seems that whatever has befallen Irvingly and Hogsmeade is a little more sinister than we've all anticipated. I'm glad your injuries were not so bad, though I'm sure you're enjoying being stuck in a hospital bed about as much as I am. I hope Miss Scrimgeour is recovering alright, Malaria is no laughing matter.
I'll owl Amelia and Una to see if they can locate Bastien. I'm not overly worried, he should have been able to get back into the zoo or home if he really wanted. Unless he's found some poor person assault and steal their shoelaces. He's pretty resourceful when he wants to be. Never goes hungry, that's for sure.
Affectionately,
Eavan
Eavan
