— Father,—
While my social life has been completely destroyed, the silence of the country side has been nice. It is at least nicer than being judged and mistaken for my sister wherever I go.

After months of reflecting I have come to realize that our current situation isn’t completely your fault and more or less Anabelle has been begging for her downfall. I think the only wrong you’ve done was to not accept her as her. That see her tainted by the muggles that took her rather than your own flesh and blood. While you might not have been the best father to my sister, you did our best to raise me well. I can’t boast that you were a warm and kind father but you raised be in your own way.

With that being said, I shall write to the asylum to get permission to see you I they would allow it. Julius and Anabelle might not be inclined to come with me. I am not completely merciless to not care about my ill father.

Your daughter,
— Miss Araminta Scrimgeour—