I also have it on good authority that a certain quidditch player had planned on visiting High Street this Saturday. It appears, sources have told me, as if he were inclined to be strolling in Padmore Park shortly after the lunch hour. If a certain young lady should like company on such a fine spring day as Saturday promises to be.

Thank you, although I believe your praise may be overly much. She may well curse having such a plethora of brothers one day, I unfortunately fall in that category when she comes to that conclusion. But until that day I should like to hope I live up to the honor of being the lucky older brother who gets to spoil her.

Poor Apollo. Don’t reprimand him on my behalf, the poor bird will be even more disinclined to deliver letters to me. I do hope it is only my fingers he nibbles on though. Perhaps you should send a letter to your owl to your brother before you have any customers? I would hate to think of Mister Apollo being bereft of your presence when he seems so clearly attached to you and you to him.

It is rather a good thing I do enjoy a good mystery, or quest as you so eloquently put it, and as such I shall be happy to continue such correspondence.

I shall close this letter with hope you have remained well and that you shall find your errands on Saturday quite enjoyable.

With my best regards,