After nearly ten days masquerading as someone else, Atticus had been pleased to wake up in his own bed. He had been less than pleased to find his hair was now a bright shade of purple, and no matter what he did to rid himself of it, it didn’t seem to do.. anything.
April 10, 1892
Basil,
When I awoke this morning I found myself in a bit of a conundrum. It’s nothing too serious, but something I’d preferably like taken care of sooner rather. I need your Transfiguration help as much as it pains me to ask. Are you free for a quick trip to Hogsmeade?
Atticus
PS: Merlin is on a strict diet. Please don’t feed him no matter how famished he makes himself seem.