21st June, 1888
My dear Mrs Lestrange,
When I heard of the terrible attack yesterday my thoughts immediately went to your well-being. Then I recalled how very unlikely it was that you would be anywhere near a village High Street – I trust the fog is not dampening your mood too unduly? The lack of magic aside I doubt the general air around you is much changed, unless you’re running low on cigarettes already?
If you need me too I would be more than happy to have an owl ferry some to you from here. London is only experiencing the usual level of fog for June.
Yours in friendship,
E.B.
Chrysanta Lestrange