OWL to James Potter
James,
I hadn't realized quite how long I'd been buried under unsuccessful Wolfy Wafers, until I saw the stack of Prophets that I'd not read. Amazing that I pick one up and find my nephew, in his perfectly Potterish bloody glory?
If your father hasn't killed you, perhaps you'd be kind enough to owl and tell me just what the hell you were thinking?
If you're dead, please disregard.
