From: Phillip Kinsey The Torture Chamber Brewing Laboratory, Ravensmead Cottage St Albans, England
	To: Alexandra Carstairs Wherever 'Claws hang these days, Hogwarts School of PainWitchcraft and TearsWizardry

Me lovely harpy,

T'is the crack o' dawn and I'm skriking like a nutter cuz the wing-nut's on me arse to cook up 3 diff potions at the same time. She ain't here, having a brew upstairs and I've the potions on simmer, so yer the first to pop on me mind, cuz 3 days. THREE DAYS! 3 days and ye off to the real world! Me flat's bob on now, got a sharabang and all even an oven but that one didn't last long...  'S mingey, know it is, but it's 'eckers like what it used to. Might I hope to see ye round our way on the hols? A weekend? Arianne said she'd gimme a Saturday off, Sunday's off as is and Di Luca won't be mithered by me in her "quiet time". So, uh, yeh, if ye dig it, tha'd be mint. I miss ye and I'm starting ta feel like a daft apoth playing songs to imaginary yous.

Gotta boogie,
Yer well-fit cocknobber boyfriend

P.S.: Lil Phillip, the one-eyed dragon missed ye even more, poor lad's been 'aving a manky time without you. Feels like it hasn't been loved since Adam were a lad. It's dead chuffed to see ye soon <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3