Dear T,

Per your suggestion I attended the match against Hawaii this weekend. I can’t say I’ve seen a match quite like it. I do hope you are doing well despite the bludger you took.

While I was in the stands I made the acquaintance of an old school friend of yours: Miss Elsie Beaurgard. I enjoyed our conversation, but I was surprised when she said she spoke little to you these days. If you don’t mind me saying, this seems a shame, especially as she brought to mind a conversation we had some months ago. She rather seemed like the girl you had once described to me, and I assure you now, that the girl does exist. So I shall use the excuse of our friendship to enquire if this girl is one in the same? You may rest assured that I shall tell no one of this and that I shall remind you in every letter here after of the Diagon Alley incident should my curiosity be allowed to travel to other explanations other than the one you provide me.

I intend to invite Miss Beauregard to tea in the coming weeks, perhaps she might enjoy the company of an old friend as well as a new one?

Your friend,
C