Dearest Cousin and Cousin-in-law, Felicitations on the new house. I'd offer a toast, but glasses of wine don't 'fly' well. Instead, let me offer you a housewarming gift. If you'd care to claim the rest of said gift, you'll find it at [address given].
Sorry it's in such bad condition. Amazing what the body will take before the person dies. Of course, I don't need to tell you that. Yours truly, Sirius
[ooc: Box contains Peter Pettigrew's right index finger. Address on the parchment directs them to an abandoned building where Pettigrew's body is. This is NOT the same place where someone-who-will-remain-nameless left Pettigrew to begin with.]
[ooc: Package contains six cinnamon rolls from a bakery and a note charmed to look like a receipt] Nadia: My eternal thanks and gratitude. One of the Order's safehouses can be found at Epsom: [address given]. Just to be fair, I have warned everyone that location has been compromised. I did leave a couple of things there to make it look like it hadn't been completely cleaned out, however. If you happen to go there, there's a blue shirt in the upstairs bedroom. That was Fabian's. I don't know why no one ever did anything with it--sentimentality, I suppose. I don't know if George would want it...? Excellent cinnamon rolls. I'm eating the last one now. S.B.