August 29th of 1890

Dear Mister Jack Cardew

I had witnessed your injury in the game but I had not known until I read it in the Daily Prophet that you had suffered a punctured lung! I hope you are resting up and not straining too much. I do not know what your diet must be while you heal but once you are able to enjoy them, I have enclosed a tin of cookies. I hope you do not think it too forward of me but I wanted you to know that there is someone thinking of you. As I am sure countless fans are as well.

— Miss January Lynch —

*probably has a light hint of her perfume*
Jack Cardew
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Miss Lynch,
Thank you so much for you kind letter.

Your cookies were a real delight! The food offered during convalescence is, I'm sure of wonderful health benefits, but the taste leaves a lot to be desired, so the treats you provided did a great deal to keep my spirits up. It may be some weeks before I am capable of playing a quidditch, but perhaps a rousing game of croquet might be possible - that is if you promise not to cheat this time by accounting me with runaway chicks! As I remember our last game was rather more vigorous than I was expecting but I doubt I shall risk a punctured lung.

Kind Regards
Ms. J Cardew

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September 1st of 1890

Dear Mister Jack Cardew

I am glad that you enjoyed the cookies. I can send more if you like!

I would very much enjoy joining you for a game o croquet! Perhaps in Padmore Park? The fresh air would do wonders for your improvement, I am sure. And this time, I promise that the balls we play with shall be normal ones and not enchanted ones.

— Miss January Lynch —