In possession of: a spare room available for rent.
Slightly ungainly Briton, guilty of having lived in London for what is now an indefinite amount of time owing to the fact that I have long forgotten when I moved here for good.
Good afternoon, Sloane. I hope this letter finds you well and, indeed, still in need of accommodation.
I have just recently cleared my spare bedroom of half a lifetime's worth of clutter. More Quidditch paraphernalia went to landfill than I am willing to admit to having owned. My father was a Cannon's fan. I can't say I'm entirely convinced by them but I
do did own
half of their gift shop.
I digress but what this does mean is that I do have the roof and upholstery you'll be in need of for the duration of your stay. For no extra cost, I am also not averse to cooking breakfast and any other meals should we find ourselves together at those allotted times. Some different company at dinner would hardly go amiss! I do share my home with my dog, Archie. I hope that is not a problem for you. He's quite an inoffensive chap.
I digress again, I think! Anyway, I live in Belgravia. Not too far from the Cauldron, you'll see! Just a short ride on the Tube and a brisk walk. I would be happy to meet you at Knightsbridge Station should you wish to take up my offer.
I hope you're enjoying your visit to this little rainy isle so far and regardless of whether we meet or not, I hope you go on to have happy and safe travels.
I await your owl with interest.
Yours sincerely,
J.S. Potter
P.S. I apologise if Minerva gives you a bit of a nip. She's a feisty old bird.