TO: Mr. Jack Spade
Hogsmeade Post Box #17
Hogsmeade, Scotland

The owl arrives at the post office and deposits a letter.  The envelope has no return address at all, and inside the letter is perfectly scrawled with immaculate margins.


November 28, 2008

Mr. Spade,

It is to your credit that I have not yet found reason to execute you and what's it been - why it's nearly Christmas time!  Perhaps your family, whether they know it or not, will also have cause to celebrate your continued living. 

While your continued employment is a milestone and cause for a note of congratulations, this is not a social letter.  I have an important task for you.

That horrible common witch the Minister of Magic has decided to marry will need to be framed and imprisoned as soon as possible.  I am arranging to have three live runespoor eggs delivered by the end of the week.  Take careful note that the fee promised you is quite a bit more substantial than the cost of fencing these eggs for your own profit.  That, and, should you betray me your family and loved ones will be weeping over a closed-casket funeral.  So I think you'll find that this simple task will be well worth your while! It's a win-win-horriblylose situation, I hope you'll agree.

That horrible common witch is named Moira Randall and she is a Mediwitch at St. Mungo's Hospital.  You should plant the Runespoor eggs in her personal affects there.    I will handle the rest by seeing to it that she's found out, publically dishonored, likely drug through an embarrassing trial and thus continue making strides to destroy Marcus Annwyl.  I'd just die if that man ever smiled again.

How you do it is up to you.  Do not be seen, young man - that's not negotiable.

Warm winter wishes!