Around 1pm in the WCU offices, a letter would be delivered from an exhausted owl that had been urged to rush from Hogwarts.
The letter itself has a smell of old books, incense and a slightly musty smell to it, along with having stains from tea on the parchment.

To: Fionn Kerrigan, of the WCU

I've been having ill portents of the upcoming full moon, I've been doing every form of divination I am capable of, looking to the stars, reading tarot, discerning tea, even meditation and gillyweed trips.

Something triggered in my mind and I've had glimpses, the pensieve struggles to comprehend it.

I need to see someone for I struggle to describe it.

Concerned Professor, Radha Byrne