Jesse Hatchitt? The handsome man she chatted with prior to Lachlan hitting a bludger into the stands? He was so easy to talk to that day, their conversation flowing as easily as water. It suddenly made sense that he and JP were one and the same. Who else might she have spoken to so easily?

She bit back a laugh and leaned further against the bed frame. "Yes, actually, I have." Would they have outted themselves somehow through that conversation had they known differently? A shared detail in the letters maybe? A world of possibility was lost to them now that she had disappeared as she had. "Very handsome man. Funny, too. I met him in the ministry quidditch box last week. We were chatting for most of the game."