Written on a scrap of parchment inside a small, nice-looking envelope

27 July, ' 94

Jimmy,

Where are you? Hogwart's out for the summer, what about you? Haven't seen you in the usual haunts. Thought I'd have heard about your sort of foolishness around town by now.

Did you grow real wings and fly away or something? Show your face. Promise I won't scratch it this time.

Charley

P.S. The postwitch is making me pay for this envelope. Don't say I never do anything nice.

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James Fletcher

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28th July, whatever

Charley,

I think you must be missing me something terrible. I bet you can’t sleep for missing me. I bet you’re having the most boring summer of your life without me.

I’ve been around. Just busy. Your sort wouldn’t know what that’s like.

Jimmy

P.S. You missed me so much you paid postage.

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Written on another scrap of parchment flying free, partly ripped

29 July, '94

Jimmy,

I don't miss you. Not ever. All I wanted was to make sure you weren't dead or

And I took time from my Actual Real Job to write you. Big mistake. I won't do

Charley

P.S. You owe me for postage now.

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30th July

Charley,

Course I’m not dead. My great-gran is, though. So.

Not even an envelope from you this time, huh? Guess your Actual Real Job isn’t real enough to pay you well.

Jimmy

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30th July

To: Montague House of Flowers

I would like to order a bouquet of fanged geraniums for delivery tomorrow to: [a Pennyworth address that is definitely not his]. The delivery person should say they are from your greatest admirer when presented to the recipient.

J. King

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