Master Pinkston,

Doth not laugh at my divinations! Thy orb and oracle bones never lie! Again and again I consult at the bequest of the Governors and members of the Order, yet my sound advice hath been turned into tomfoolery by skeptics who do not see. Thoust plan for unity within the hallowed walls of Hogwarts crumbles away with each passing day. I have seen it with thine own eyes and consulted the spirits of the castle who grieve at our vain attempts to restore glory and harmony of yore.

Problems lie deeply embedded in false pride which hast been handed down generation after generation. Thy orb and oracle bones hath seen unity yet thy cannot predict when such an event shall arrive. Such divinations are shrouded in a myasmic fog with flashes of crimson, gold, emerald, and sapphire. Hands joined together as one yet thy vision fades.

The Order must be called together once more and discuss what action shall be undertaken. Agreement by four united as one for that hath been foretold. Afortnight in Montrose we shall convene under the pale moonlight.

In Secrecy United,
Lady Edwina D'Arcy of Hathersage