My Dearest Daughter, Lady D'Arcy,

Your poignant letter arrived just moments prior to my departure to Scotland for the Governing Board meeting at Montrose. Divine providence forced my noble hand to open thy note and I cannot describe such horror which washed over me as I memorized thy words thou put to parchment. With much haste I traveled to the said meeting and informed thy Lords Governors of the calamity that hath struck this esteemed educational institution. All Lords present are in solid agreement that action must be taken. At present moment, we are divided as to how we shall proceed with handling such a grievious situation.

As a woman whose maternal instincts far outweigh the calculating wit and brawn of the male gender which instictively seek revenge, I beseech you, daughter, to use thy wit and intelligence to console the unfortunate Hallett family. Consult thine orb and oracle bones for further guidance since the sky hath fallen dark over Hogwarts.

Your loving father, Lord Oxon of Epping