September 10th, 1888
My dear Aria,
I hope that, by now, you have settled back into the rhythm of your schooling. I remember how jarring those first few days after summer can be—exciting, but tumultuous nonetheless. As a fourth year, for the first—and last—time in your schooling, you are neither among the eldest nor among the most junior in your classes. This, I think you’ll find, brings with it a sort of ease that you will yearn for when you begin your N.E.W.T.-level studies!
Please look out for your brother, and remember how you felt in your first weeks at the castle. When your uncle joined me at Hogwarts, I could not help but feel as though he was taking something that was mine, and it was my house matron who reminded me to think of those I cared for, and not only my own wishes. I have little doubt you will do me proud in this regard.
As always, I welcome your reply.
With love,
Papa
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