Lady D'arcy,

My name is Mary Hallett. Born into the family Fairford and the wife of Reginald Hallett. If my name be familiar to you, it is for the reason that I am of familial relation to the youth, Walter Hallett. It is his recent passing that has prompted me so urgently to write you.

The Walter Hallett of which I write was my first and only born son. The tragedie of this event that has been laid upon my heart and the hearts of our family as pain, I fear is as nothing to the pain and suffering my boy of merely 15 years must've felt as he, in good faith, took an unsparing ammount of poison given him my his fellow schoolmates.

I hear it in the streets, the places of public adjoining, and behind the walls of homes which we all believe to be so private, that my boy was merely a foolish member of the House of Hufflepuff and received what he would receive for being foolish. But, I say you that I cannot believe that calloused humanity, which thrives so fastly and so brilliantly in our own society to blame my boy for his own undoing. No more can I believe that a lady of your standing would subscribe to such prejudiced schools of thought.

Though, I am but a stranger, I beseech thee, good lady of Ravenclaw, to move the hearts of men in such a way as to manifest justice for my dearly departed Walter. Thou sharp as steel and thou witty, what pray need I give thee to use they gifts of adoration and influence to spare the name of my boy further humiliation and to end this unebbing sea of hatefulness that bestowed upon us, one and all, this horrible misfortune.

I commite my faith to your strength.

Mary Hallett