1st July, 1890
C,
Please take note that I do not usually play quite so badly. If they’d replaced me with a plank of wood in that match we’d have done a great deal better - but we won, so there’s that. Just don’t judge me too harshly. The bludgers were impossible. Still, it seems I don’t miss playing professionally quite so much as I once thought!
But I see you didn’t write to discuss the quidditch. You are being a crafty devil here and you know it! That’s practically extortion, you know. Stop with your threats.
...Miss Beauregard might have mentioned her new acquaintance in you. Surely I wasn’t so obvious, though? Whatever gave it away when you spoke to her? (Are you sure it’s her? You mean to say there weren’t a dozen girls plainly professing their love for me in the stands? I’m wounded, Caroline.)
Crafty, indeed. You know I can’t turn down an invitation.
Ever your friend,
T
T
