She opened the bag slung across her chest and reached inside until she found a parchment and quill. She dug deeper and pulled out a small vial of sparkling black liquid and set it on the nightstand. Her quill scratched across the parchment, and she paused a few times to read over what she had written then she pricked her finger to make a bloody thumbprint. She passed her wand over the parchment while murmuring the incantation and the blood soaked into the paper leaving only the pale sheet. She leaned closer, and the magic practically jumped off the page; blood really did augment the compulsion. She folded the letter to drop it in the post soon. Time was of the essence, and it had far to go.