Private to Mr. Stebbins
It's hard to find sympathy...? I see.
I thought for a moment that you meant it when you said you'd try to help on Friday. Thank you for clarifying. I'm a Suspected Terrorist in your eyes, and I deserved to have my birthday and initials seared into my skin, and to be badly burned by a stray hex and denied subsequent medical attention yesterday.
No need to look into my case, Mr. Stebbins. I see people such as my father and myself have already been condemned in your eyes.