Dear Greta,

Good morning Miss Gillenwater, as my governess instructs that I call you in my mail despite the more casual words we use for each other when battling over the golden snitch.

I need to get off the Islands, I need to clear my head. I have a lot going on that I cant really express so perhaps I can entreat you for your company, you always know how to cheer this little highlander up.

There is a professional quidditch match that I thought we could perhaps visit, I hear the team has a new seeker they have signed out of Durmstrang who is very good and might know some new moves. I considered to invite Anne and Draconia too but I wasnt sure if my nerves could handle too many faces.

Its on August the fourth, My governess will be in attendance of course and I have enough pin money to cover your tickets in exchange for a friendly distraction?

Please write back.

Yours sincerely,
Blair Greyback