Dear Filius,

You are cordially invited to celebrate the transition into my fifth decade since birth. On the 6th February 2000, please meet at Plymouth Airport at 6:00pm for a 6:30pm departure time. From there we will board muggle aircraft, Flight 88, for a joy flight over the Celtic Sea as well as a hand cooked dinner. As you are probably aware, this night was organised to celebrate my love of all things muggle!

As our pilot for the evening is a muggle, I have taken several precautions to ensure secrecy. For one, the plane had been placed under numerous anti-magic spells so unfortunately, magic will not be able to be performed on board. I will explain more details on the night...

Please send your owl with your RSVP by the 28th December at the latest. Portkeys will be available at The Burrow if you need transportation.

Yours sincerely,

Arthur Weasley


Flitwick smiled in anticipation and placed the letter on the wooden table before him, just beside his bacon and egg roll. Taking out his favourite quill and dipping it in ink, he wrote a letter of reply and deposited it back into the crisp envelope. He then proceeded to hop out of his chair, dawdle over to the kitchen cabinets and rummage for a seal.

"Ah!" Flitwick squeaked, as he pulled out a bright red seal from the cluttered drawer. Boasting the Flitwick family crest, the seal was burned onto the envelope and Flitwick called out for his owl. "Fendrel!" he requested, looking around the house for his owl. In a matter of seconds, a well presented Tawny Owl flew in from the parlour and landed on the kitchen windowsill. "To the Weasley Family Home, Fendrel."

The curious owl gave a small nod to Flitwick and set out into the morning sun as Flitwick returned to his half-finished breakfast.

"This should be fun!" Flitwick told himself excitedly.

Oh how wrong he was.