Mistress Hallett,

Dearest woman, sympathies of my most noble family and those of the esteemed Governing Board art with thou during this time of tragedy. Yet your quill is sharp! Does thoust not recall the days of yore? Much heckling hath always echoed in the corridors of Hogwarts and unfortunate Hufflepuff was deemed the fool by many who should be considered fools themselves.

Upon sound advice from Lord Oxon of Epping, thy orb and oracle bones were consulted. Divinations doth not lie. Divisions run deep and your son was thy spark for change. Unite as one from days of yore but only by those whose differences can be set aside.

I ask of you, kind woman, can thou forgive? Thy orb hath revealed thou to be worthy of such a task. A meeting shall be called afortnight and I beseech thou to attend for not all can be revealed by pen.

In Humble Secrecy,
Lady Edwina D'Arcy of Hathersage