Rodolphus Lestrange

I have heard that congratulations are in good order, Miss Sandoval.

I hope that we can meet for tea at Le'Strange soon, and that you can tell me of your plans.

- Lana, are you as abuzz with excitement over the QWC as the rest of our Protectorate? I admit that I've never followed Quidditch with the fanatic passion of one like my brother, but truly, this is an event worth working up some excitement for.

But for the real reason I wrote: How are you fairing with Mustinal and his arcana? I wish I could have better prepared you for whatever it is you might be facing, but in truth I do not know the man well. He's always been somewhat reclusive and protective of his art (this coming from me). I'm almost surprised that he made himself available for the Intensive, but I suppose he's put it off long enough that someone finally tightened the screws.

Tell me how you are doing. My work goes apace as usual, though I find myself missing the company I once kept.

Forgive me for not getting in touch yesterday. I left the school at dawn, but had a deluge of meetings and an unbearable amount of paperwork to contend with that kept me up until this morn's breakfast. I have now had some sleep and would like to meet with you to discuss your findings re: the pieces from Craddock. At your leisure, of course.

When you are able to come in, I've left something for you at the work station you've been using. Just something I found in Hogsmeade that made me think of you - as a woman who could use such a thing.

- Quite the rabble. First curious news is that of Amycus Carrow's arrest. News is incomplete on my end, since the Missus has been indisposed of late - on missions of which I dare not breathe a word - but if I am understanding, the thought here is that Carrow went so far as to render his own mudblood, and others', as completely un-usable? I do find that logic hard to follow. Say what you will, but the man has dedicated much time to discovering an array of uses for that end of the populace.

- Head Girl Sandoval: I have completed my analysis of Item #702, also known as your earrings. With Owls back in the air I will have the official report off soon, but as it's very official indeed, allow me to translate by telling you here that your earrings were adorned by a male who injested polyjuice potion in order to transform himself into a female: into you, specifically. I shall leave it to you to speculate on who would want to do such a thing, and why. The earrings are now perfectly safe to wear, however, and very pretty baubles they are.

- Duckie, you should have got an Owl by now. Make sure that the surprise I tucked into the envelope lasts a few days, but know that there's more where that came from. As soon as we're allowed to send parcels you'll get a load of sweets to rival that of the hamper your Auntie Narcissa sends to Draco. That way, he won't have to worry about you nicking all the nicest things to satisfy your sugar tooth.

- Boys still get up to as much trouble as ever, I see. Is this what I have to look forward to when my youngest is near to thirteen? I suppose so. Best to have a stiff drink now.