Thomas Tilcott

April 5, 1888

Tilcott,

How's life in the Quidditch world and having my brother as your boss? Certainly the offseason is an awful bore for you. Sometimes it makes me happy my father would have forbidden the sport as a career for me. I don't know that I'd survive the dull offseason in the slightest.

On another note, I'll be around in Hogsmeade for awhile. I've got some rather interesting new liquors from my travels if you'd care to meet for a drink sometime. Name a time and place, I'll be there.

D. Pettigrew

  

April 6th, 1888

Davey,

Grab my broom and slap me in the face, David Pettigrew writes a letter.

You took your time writing me.

The off-season is as dull as a hag during Sunday though your ever-brilliant brother has decided that social festivities are the exact way we ought to be spending our downtime - as well as training, which is always, so that's always fun.

He means well, though. He's a good sponsor and decent man - how did you end up so different?

Anyway, how has your most recent trip been? You must tell me about it and whether anyone has taken your... "heart" (have you got one, Davey?). Though I'm sure you're aware; you need all the help you can get.

Your timing is welcome, however. I'm not training the coming week as my broom has decided it isn't a flying tool anymore and would much sooner spend it's days sweeping floors than playing quidditch and I've yet to purchase a new one.

So, then, my place with these liquors of yours and we will catch up.

When are you due to arrive?

Thomas Tilcott,
Chaser for Puddlemere United

  

Thomas Tilcott

April 7, 1888

Tilcott,

You sound just like him. If you aren't careful, I'll start calling you Thom. Though, I suppose you'd still answer since you do have the same name. Perhaps you were meant to be a twin of his of sorts. Just don't go off getting married because you fancy yourself in love.

And I surely have a heart within my chest or I wouldn't be writing to you. As for giving it away, I don't see that in the foreseeable future.Women are nothing but trouble, you know. I've no interest in a wife any time soon. If ever.

What night works best for you? Wouldn't want to interfere with any of that.. what did you call it? Training?

D. Pettigrew

  

April 8th, 1888

Davey,

I'd sooner sniff a trolls arse than entertain any thought of... that with your brother. Though I'm a little concerned about why you're thinking about men marrying men? Something to admit, Davey? I'm honoured - but sorry, I'm not that way inclined.

Though I must agree that women are, indeed, trouble. I have had an interesting... development. Though needless to say, I'm far more contented with my broom.

Also, yes; training. Far more skill involved than waving your wand around shouting counter-spells at curses. That's what you do, right? Child's play!

I'm free most this week though the eleventh would suit me best. And Bixby will be joining us - apparently the poor sod is having some women problems of his own!

I look forward to gracing you with the pleasure of my company for Merlin knows you're in dire need of a break.

Thomas Tilcott,
Chaser for Puddlemere United