Before I go any further, I feel as though I must allay any concerns: it has been some months since last I was in London, and so my hands are clean of the tragedy that transpired in St James’ Park. I did write to a former colleague of mine after the welfare of the young boy who was maimed, but was not surprised to receive no reply. Even when such terrible affairs are no fault of one’s own, society can be unkind.

I expect that young Archer has his wand by now. I imagine you accompanying him and beaming with pride as he selects it, though I confess I find it difficult to imagine either of you in proper detail. You must both have grown so much so as to be nigh unrecognizable, though I will hold the memory of your pink cheeks and bright eyes within my heart for years to come. I can only imagine the pride that your mother feels when she learns of each of your—assuredly many—accomplishments.

It is with great relief that I report that the fog has left Hogsmeade, though you no doubt are quite aware of this by now. It was so taxing to see to the sick, the injured, without the use of magic. I had not realized how heavily I relied upon it, and I wonder if it might be prudent to acquire some muggle books on non-magical medicine to augment my skills. Even as the decades pile up in one’s life, it is important to be ever-open to learning, particularly when one has the capability to help others.

As always, I welcome your reply.

With love,

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