To: Jay Chambers

[Roxanne Weasley]

Owl: Blathers; The owl scholar a Short-Eared Owl, a bit on the fluffy side.

September 2, 2022

Dearest Jay,
I do hope you pardon my laziness by sending Blathers instead of myself, but I do have a pitiful excuse. Per usual, of course. Right now I have a free period, then Astronomy later on. The amount of time it'd take me to walk down from the seventh floor to the Ravenclaw tower, then try to begin to decipher that dreadful riddle would be too long. And as I write, my freedom is dwindling down to mere minutes before class. My evening is quite eventful as well, so I figured I would write so we wouldn't spend a day without talking.

Let's talk about last night I'd like to talk about last night, in person, tomorrow if your classes don't interfere. But the real reason of my owling was to divulge some information I overheard from my cousin.

James apparently doesn't remember anything from last night, nothing of the incredibly awkward situation we found ourselves in. But get this: you know how painfully obvious the sexual tension is between them? Well, he says that he only likes her as a friend. The kiss meant nothing. How horrible is that? Honestly, I think that's a load of pig swallow. James is also convinced that she likes you more than him, I suppose, in a romantic way. Completely mental, isn't he? And now you can't tell anyone, not Gia especially. I promised James that I wouldn't tell her, but nothing of the sort about you.

Well, that's all that I wanted to say for now. Stay out of trouble, huh?

Love,
Roxanne

[Jay Chambers]

Owl: Blathers; a Short-Eared Owl, a bit on the fluffy side.

September 2, 2022

My dear Roxie,

I do hope, in response, that you pardon my laziness by returning Blathers instead of returning him or her along with myself. You know how much I'd love to be standing beside you right now, instead of sitting here in class. I honestly have no idea what class it is that I'm attending, as the entire class is asleep, and your dear owl just awoke me from my slumber. Which, in retrospect, was probably a good thing, as it would be a good idea to keep up the pretense that I care in the slightest about this class. I'd tell you the password so that you could pursue me, however, it would prove useless, as I won't be there for you to talk to...and there are certainly unsavory characters wandering around the Common Room at this hour.

Moreover, it would be my honor to talk to you tomorrow. Certainly the night was different than I expected, although, as you know, in a very positive way. It would be my honor to request your presence at any point that you might find would acquiesce to your terribly crowded schedule. I'll be keeping my hours all for you, waiting for you to claim them.

James never did hold the hard stuff well, although temporary amnesia and making out with his best friend aren't usually his side effects of intoxication. I have clearly observed how each tends to undress the other with their eyes. Conversely, I do believe him in his statement about Gia. The whole 'best friends in love' scenario inevitably ends in failure and misery, and I applaud her for trying to avoid that route. I do believe that he is completely mental though, probably for different reasons than yours.

I promise I'll never tell.

Love,
Jay