Dearest Pansy,
I apologize for not answering
your previous note. I have had a lot on my mind. Now I'm afraid I do not have time for a proper good-bye. It is just as well since I look absolutely wretched and
Mother wrote to me this morning. Something has happened. Father was doing something for bus for -- I might as well say it, for the Dark Lord, for Voldemort the IDIOT. What I mean to say is, Father died. I don't know exactly what happened. I will certainly demand to know when I get home.
The funeral is Friday morning.
I have to go.
Yours,
Tracey