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[Private]
I'm so bloody tired. I'm so bloody scared. I think I've just put my life into the hands of Snape, and I don't even know what's going on. I've never moved so fast. I'm surprised I didn't splinch myself most of the way. I was so bloody lucky I only ran into one drunken fool on the way out of the compound. God, what have I gotten into?
[/Private]
Shrieking Shack, fast and private as you can. Make sure no one knows anything about any of this. If not, it could mean our lives. I'm trusting you.
[there is no signature, but it is Sally-Anne's handwriting.]