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To: Eric Chant, Chrestomanci estate
From: The Wizard Pendragon, Ingary
Dear young master Chant.
I hear Chris has taken you on as an apprentice. Congratu-------!!
H------, ----- -- - ---- ---- - ----- --- - ----- ---- --- --.. .. .- -. .--- - ..as.,... --- --s----e--- ------ G--e--. …. … a £10, & I ----- --,.----- -- posthaste.
Regards,
The Wizard Pendr---- ☆
To: Janet, Roger, Julia
From: Cat
-In-house missive-
???? I might be cursed again?
To: Cat
From: Janet
-In-house missive-
ASK AN ADULT ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW!!
To: Chrestomanci
From: Eric Chant
-In-house missive-
I just received a strange letter, I think it’s in English, but I can’t read it at all… is it a curse?
Cat
To: Eric Chant
From: Chrestomanci
-In-house missive-
I’ll look into it this weekend.
C. Chant
To: Jenkins
From: The Office of Chrestomanci, Great Britain, 12A
Why are you sending letters to my wards? At least get your wife to write for you, your penmanship is awful.
Chrestomanci
To: The “Great” Master Chant
From: The Wizard Pendragon, Ingary
No.
The Wi---d Pen------ ☆
To: Madam Pendragon
From: The Office of Chrestomanci, Great Britain, 12A
Dear Sophie.
What is your husband up to this time?
Kind regards,
C. Chant
P.s. Millie wants to know if we’re still on for tea next Sunday?
To: Christopher Chant, The Office of Chrestomanci, Great Britain, 12A
From: Sophie Pendragon, Ingary
Dear Christopher.
Probably nothing good, I’ll have a talk with him.
And absolutely. Morgan could use some running around your estate, as well, and he misses Throgmorten.
Love,
Sophie
To: Christopher and Millie Chant, The Office of Chrestomanci, Great Britain, 12A
From: Sophie Pendragon, Ingary
He says: “Gwendolen owes me a tenner” and then he started sulking. I had to threaten his hair products yet again to get him to agree to come along next Sunday. I’ll have to ask Martha if she can bake me some cakes to bring, for the trouble.
Love,
Sophie
To: Jenkins
From: The Office of Chrestomanci, Great Britain, 12A
YOU DON’T EVEN USE POUNDS OVER THERE!
Don’t make me exercise my authority and come over there.
Chrestomanci
To: Chant
From: The Wizard Pendragon, Ingary
Y OU DON’ T HA VE ANY POW E R OVER US, C HRI S
OH I AM SHAK I N G IN MY SE VEN LE A GUE BOOTS
SEE YO U SUNDA Y
☆
To: Madam Pendragon
From: Millie Chant
Dearest Sophie.
Chris wants me to ask you to congratulate Howl on “taking the time to write and not scratch this time, and to bring it on.”
What do we see in these men?
I can’t wait for Martha’s baking, and I’m pretty sure both Throgmorten and Proudfoot miss Morgan too.
Love,
Millie
To: Millie Chant
From: Sophie
Dearest Millie.
What do we see in them, indeed.
That idiocy has its charms, I suppose.
Love,
Sophie
To: Megan Parry
From: Howell
(Please please can you help me get a new WRU shirt for Morgan. We have a thing to go to this Sunday and he has to look his best!
Howell)
To: My good-for-nothing brother
From: Megan Parry
Get it yourself. Also really, you’re a father now, settle down and get a proper job already. And why haven’t Gareth and I gotten to see the baby yet?
Megan
To: The best sister ever!!!
From: Howell
(But he’s ugly---
He’ll be so cute in a WRU shirt though!
Pretty please!
Howell)
To: Sophie Pendragon
From: Megan Parry
Sophie
Please tell me my dear brother didn’t just call your child “ugly”. I must be reading wrong…
Megan
To: Megan Parry
From: Sophie Pendragon
Megan
Oh, he’s in big trouble now.
Thanks for letting me know.
Sophie
To: Christopher and Millie Chant, The Office of Chrestomanci, Great Britain, 12A
From: Sophie Pendragon, Ingary
Dear Chris and Millie.
Something came up with my husband, I’m afraid we can’t make it this next Sunday. How about the one after, instead?
Love,
Sophie Pendragon
To: Madam Pendragon
From: Christopher and Millie Chant, The Office of Chrestomanci, Great Britain, 12A
Dear Sophie (and Morgan).
Understandable. We’ll see you then.
Love,
C. Chant
Millie
To: Gwendolen Chant
From: The Wizard Pendragon
Y OU STI LL OWE ME TEN POUND S YO U WIT CH!
Th- W----d Pe------- ☆
To: The Wizard Pendragon
From: Gwendolen Chant
Howl
Why don’t you come over here and make me pay you back, then? Oh, right, you can’t. Enjoy never getting your money back, loser.
G. Chant, the most brilliant witch to ever live.