If one of you could stop in this evening, I have biscuits and a tisane you may safely give Miss Bawsley, who has, I gather, continued to suffer nocturnal difficulties.
While the elves are able to accommodate with dry sheets and night clothes, this situation cannot be allowed to continue through end of term when there are simple and effective remedies available.
I'm aware that Miss Bawsley has refused all offers and entreaties to return to me for care, so for your sakes and her dormitory mates', as well as her own, I propose a bit of obfuscation in this matter: you might offer her the Dry Dreams tisane and the biscuits as though they were merely kindnesses of your own, lest she refuse them, knowing they came from my hand.
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