July 31st, 1888
Dear Kristoffer,
How has it been on the outside? Hogsmeade looks much like London mornings with the fog—but with the unfortunate side-effect of erasing any trace of magic from our wands and persons! Your lack of writing has left under the assumption that you've found something to preoccupy your time this summer, and I wish I could say the same.
Did your school supplies list find its way to Uncle Lucius' home without trouble? Mine did, and much to my delight, it was accompanied by a shiny prefect badge! Perhaps we will get to patrol together come September.
With love,
Frida
Frida
Kristoffer Lestrange

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