Everyone,

We're all back at Hogwarts.

Madam Pomfrey, I'm so terribly sorry about Mr Dearborn. We were all told to be on the lookout especially for anyone who looked like he was setting out a perimeter or casting anything remotely like a Fidelius. Professor Dolohov saw Mr Dearborn and--I say, there was simply no way to intervene.

There was little way to intervene in any of the dashed awful business, what.

At any rate, the Headmaster has recommended that we test our endurance as the potions he gave us leave our systems. I intend to see how long it takes for it to wear off completely; he indicated that we should likely pass out for hours once we're no longer under its influence.

I say, I hope it doesn't take very long. I already feel as if I could sleep through the rest of the week.

We were at least able to keep Finnigan and Patil away while several dozen refugees fled under cover of the smoke. Up until the end, that is. There was one group that ran straight into Patil's path.

We were allowed to stay for the debriefing once the camp residents were subdued. I'll write up a full report, Mrs Longbottom, and send it to you and Mr Lupin once Ron and Hydra and I have all had a chance to talk together without anyone else present. We're all healthy, however, and safe.

-Finch-Fletchley