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Ms E. Kuester
33 Cranbrook Road
London

Ms E Mordent
The Infirmary
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Scotland

4th January, 2011

Dearest Eva,

I write to you in a state of professional disaster. Miranda Storm has sent me to Hogwarts to run the infirmary for Knox Greyfriar. They were without a healer and the students are suffering from Praecantatio Deliquus.

As such, I am stuck here for at least a week, probably a fortnight, until this malady runs its course. I am stuck here, in a school full of teenagers, with the same set, day and night until they get better and I can release them. That means I’ve hardly seen another adult since I got here yesterday afternoon. I forgot how much kids pass wind. I am opening the windows at every opportunity.

Please don’t forget me in my exile when you are all powerful in Law Enforcement now. Please write to me about adult things as often as you can to keep me sane.

I promise to more than make it up to you when I am home. The icy witch can’t deny me a bit of holiday for being on call 24 hours for weeks can she?! Tell me there’s a law against that.

Lots of love,

Lix xxx

PS you can borrow your favourite boots if you need to, you know, miss me.

PPS if you do, send me my favourite red lacy silk pair. They should fit in the envelope.

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Ms E Mordent
The Infirmary
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Scotland

Ms E. Kuester
33 Cranbrook Road
London

5th January, 2011

Lix,

Must admit, I didn’t see you working with children. Maybe Satan has seen something in you? Don’t do too well or she’ll have you working in paeds healing. So much more wind!

Being all powerful isn’t all it was supposed to be. Do you know how many papers you can sign before you hand gets cramp? 247, I’ve learnt.

Eva xx

PS. I am wearing your boots right now.

PPS. No can do. Please see substitute gift. (Only open in private)

In the package is a photograph of the red lacy silk pair and the boots being worn. There is a smudged lipstick print on the photograph.