Harry winced inwardly. He had to stop writing things without thinking about it first. "Oh - well - I'm fine," he said. This was not strictly true - he was still smarting from half a dozen small injuries it hadn't seemed worth going to a Healer for, though he'd done his best. "But things have been a bit... well, dreadful here, lately. There's not really any easy way to explain it, I"m afraid. I don't really understand how this place works... we usually only get a couple of new people ever other week or so. But a few weeks ago, things got... bad. Death Eaters. And then... him. Tom. People were killed."