To: Lord Winter PV Airlia Winter Closed

@Airlia Winter

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Lord Winter,

If this letter reaches you, we will have a worst case situation at hand and you are my last hope. My daughter and I are either dead or too injured to protect Opeila, my now two years old granddaughter. I can't say, if this letter will ever leave the house, because it is not me, who will send it, but my second son-in-law, a muggle, who has not the abilities to provide the necessary protection for Opeila.

But here is the story I have to tell for you to understand the situation- at least how it is now, in 2010. I'll make it as short as possible.
My daughter Fioria married a pureblood named Leopold Ravensburg after graduation. They had a daughter- who's name I will not mention here, in case the letter falls into the wrong hands- who turned out to be a squib. He would have done something to the little girl, if he had found out, so we ran. Fioria, her baby and I. We hid in a place, where mostly muggles live.

If this letter reaches you, he found us.
I hate, that the last time I will ever contact you, is to collect a favour and I am aware that it might be a long time since it happened.
In case that the Lord Winter who reads this is not the Lord Winter I got to meet, I am going to explain: One of your ancestors, your father I would assume, came to me for my seer abilities. He wanted to know, if he should go to war with a powerful family or not. For payment I demanded he and his future descendants owe me a favour I can demand at any time. He agreed. And this is the favour, that I am now forced to collect.

My son-inl-law got a letter as well as Opeila, all assuming that my plan works. So here is what I am asking and I know it is a lot: Take her to live with you. It is very possible that Ravensburg knows where we are, but not of Opeila's existence, so please, hide her.
Show her how to stay in the background, not to bring attention to herself. Let her take a different name- not yours, I know your rules- but a similar one. Winters, maybe?

Her father will already be on his way to take her to Norwich. There they will stay for one night, before they move on to Boston and then to their final destination, Middlesborough. And there we will depend on you. Please, place a protkey in Middlesborough Leisure Park. A shoe under a bench is what I said in Opeila's father's letter.

The seer blood runs through the female side of my family, every other generation, a female inherits it. It has been like this for centuries. Opeila is the last one to have seer powers, to carry the gene, something that I was raised to value deeply. Her granddaughter would be the next to have those powers, so if my granddaughter dies, so does this line of seers.
If you choose not to help us, we are doomed, so consider this my begging on my knees.

Lady Margary Astoria Crane