Draco sat down at the dark cherry desk in his private study with trepidation. He knew he would of had to do this sooner or later, but he had hoped the potion supplies he'd accrued over the last few years would of lasted just a bit longer. But he was out of quite a few things and if he kept getting requests from people for certain potions, he'd have to turn them away until he refilled his ingredients.
He took a deep breath, gathering parchment and his favorite emerald ink, and began to draft a letter. Of course, with his shaking hand, it took him quite a few tries to get what he wanted to say down on the parchment and it actually be legible. It wasn't the writing the letter that had him worried, it was the fact that he would have to go meet this person in order to get the supplies he needed. Letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding, he called his eagle owl to the window of his study and with an owl treat the owl was soon on it's way to deliver the letter. Draco stood at the window, knowing the letter was cold and detached, but he couldn't help it. He wasn't as good with people as he used to be.
August 28th
Mrs. Whitman,
We have previously done business with each other through owl-ordering potions ingredients. However, I find myself running low on several things and it would be too much for owls to carry. I would like to meet with you to discuss which ingredients I need and prices of everything. The owl will wait for a response, let me know when would be convenient for you to have us meet.
I would prefer to meet somewhere, Here the letter was smudged a bit, as if Draco had written something down and then thought better of it, replacing it with something that didn't sound like he was going to murder her in a dark alley or something equally as nefarious, less crowded than most places are these days. At your earliest convenience of course.
Much appreciation,
Draco Malfoy
Potions Master