23^rd of January, 2012
Prewett Manor in Wiltshire, England

On the evening of the twenty-third day of January, some late owl post arrived. The owl was tagged from a Swansea post office and tapped urgently to be let inside. Once it was, it quickly dropped the letter sealed in Ministry purple, and flitted away without request for a morsel.

Improper Use of Magic Office Department of Magical Magical Law Enforcement Ministry of Magic URGENT
	Ignatius Prewett III Prewett Manor, Westbury Wiltshire, England

Woe be to whomever opened this letter, woe be Ignatius Prewett the third of his name in a long and storied wizarding bloodline. For after only a short time after the letter is read, something horrible begins to happen. The missive appears to be boilerplate Ministry kerfuffle, some urgent notice rescinding a previous mistaken notice of out-of-bounds magic being detected on such and such property on such and such day, but that the Office for the Improper Use of Magic insisted, or so the letter said, that the previous note must be immediately disregarded.

It was all a ruse of course, meant to concern and befuddle. But then the sinister parchment began its terrible task. The letter shattered and splintered into shards as if struck by a crackling web of lighting. The hundreds of pieces glowed a sharp blue at the edges and seemed to hover in air above the readers hands and lift and lift into the air.

Then, like a cyclone of blades, the papercuts began their attack. Utterly relentless.