[The voice in the owl is unmistakably Scottish, with the accent and tone starting at a decent level but quickly rising as the letter goes on. At the end, the parchment disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving ashes on Jamie's breakfast.]
Jameson Tormod Kirke,
I do not even know where to begin in reprimanding your severe display of childishness. Shall we start with the matter of the late night owl disrupting us from our beds, causing your uncle and mother to assume the worst had occurred at Hogwarts? She would not return to bed afterward and has locked herself in your bloody chambers. I cannot even speak to my own wife for fear of upsetting her further. This war is causing immense amounts of work to be done and your foolishness is costing us unnecessary delays.
Do you feel accomplished, Jameson? Are you elated knowing you have sent your mother into a fit of tears at your rash decision? We have made plans for you and those plans are set for a reason. When you go to war, it will be to fight alongside accomplished wizards who are capable of ensuring you return home ready to take over your responsibilities to this family, which do not include indulging in self-gratifying bursts of emotion. You are not your little friends who you seem so dearly attached to. When I decree a termination of relationships harmful to this family then I expect them to be followed!
You will write another letter to the war offices immediately retracting your request and transferring yourself into the proper group rather than running off to play at being some bloody nursemaid.
Expect a thorough conversation in my study when the three of you return home.