Scarlett received the letter and looked at it, puzzled, for nigh on an hour before she picked up a quill to reply. She was tempted to ask Miles who Ginger was but she knew she couldn't pester him over every little detail when she had to get annoying as fuck.
Dear Ginger Jones,
I've seen a photo of you and I assume that you're the one with the strawberry-blonde hair as the other two girls are Verity and myself. I'm terribly sorry that I don't remember you but this pesky memory loss is affecting me more than I'd like.
I would be much obliged if you would come for tea on Saturday if you have no prior engagements. My Healer says I have to see familiar faces and I'm supposing that as we went to school together, you're most definitely familiar.
Please let me know if the time doesn't suit you and we can reschedule I don't do much these days to another time. As for food and beverages, I'll ask the elves to put on something suitable. Any requests?