Private to the Marauders
James left early this morning for his mission. Did he tell any of you where he was going? I don't like the fact that he's completely alone without anyone there to cover his back in case something goes wrong though. Feel free to come by anytime - the house is eerily quiet without him going on about mislabeled products and ice whiskey.

I think I should write my sister a letter. Though I would obviously have to send it to her the muggle way so she doesn't freak out when an owl lands on her breakfast table.