November 19th, 1888

Mr Bixby,

I trust my owl finds you and that my daughter is in good health. Happiness however; that is not something I might comment on.

Seeing as you elected to pull my daughter into marriage without so much as a word to myself almost a month ago, I think it is only prudent that I invite you and my daughter to dinner to discuss this situation. Rest assured, it shall be a fine evening as we have much to talk through.

Tuesday on the fourth of December no later than seven in the evening at my home is when you are both to be expected. You should know the address though I trust this time you will not bring my daughter to tears.

I expect a response punctually and pray tell, what is your favourite food? My wife has requested to know.

Further, I might request you ensure you have some dining clothes to wear. My family eats well and ought to look the part. I know that sport you play does not pay well and I trust you’ve been making sure my daughter is living to the standard to which I expect also.

With regard,
Mr Lockhart
Head of the
Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes