October 1st, 1888
Archer,
You will not, I hope, remember me, for to remember me is to remember that I have wronged you. To say that I think of you daily and wonder what sort of man you are becoming will bring you little comfort, but is most ardently true. I do not know if your sister shares my letters with you, but if she does, you will see firsthand how often I ask after you.
I hope this potioneer's case comes in handy for you, particularly in the long nights of practice and study that the coming nights will bring you. I know that you are more than up to the challenges Hogwarts has to offer.
Affectionately,
Papa
A nondescript wooden case, not unlike a briefcase, containing various empty vials affixed to the top half of the inside, and a mortar, pestle, and flint in the bottom, as well as a pair of thick, leather gloves, one size too large. No note is included, nor is a return address.
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