Brigid!

[Shay Thomas]

Dear Brigid,

Easter holidays are almost over and I still haven’t heard from you even once! This is a disgrace on your entire existence, let’s be real, it’s a shame you haven’t taken the initiative to send me an owl or anything. I already promised that I’d fit in with your older drinking buddies! Throwing up on that one guy the last time you let me tag along was just a one time incident – what the hell was his name, again? Davey? Davis? Whatever, the one who's always all over you. Yeaaah, I’m about 110% positive that he didn’t take offence to it at all. You seriously need to invite me to party with you guys again sometime. Make sure you don’t tell Roland, though, he’d be a killjoy and not let me go because there'd be older guys there. Prick.

Anywaaaays, if you’re opposed to that idea, which you have absolutely no reason to be, then you should come over sometime for a football match in which I'd obviously dominate and kick your arse. I’m sure my Mum and Dad would love to see your familiar face around the house again.

Love,
Shay xx

P.S. DESPITE YOUR TERRIBLE LIFE CHOICES OF LETTING YOURSELF FORGET ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE PERSON IN THE THOMAS FAMILY, YOU ARE STILL QUITE LOVELY, in case I conveniently failed to mention that earlier.

[Brigid Finnigan]

SHAYYYY,

Yes, I suck. Proposal: we trade the knowledge that I suck, express apologies and you coming out with my mates and I after a game (and to Tommy's latest concert, if you want) in exchange for your much-loved forgiveness? David was the one you threw up on; he really appreciated it. That's what the random yelps of disgust were.  Oh my god, you're the second person within a month to say something like that to one of us; that's beyond belief. He's honestly going to marry both of his cats once it becomes legal. All right, deal. Ew, sounds like Tommy. He's a total cock-block; it's like he doesn't trust me to look after myself, which is completely hypocritical because his only girlfriend was a fucking bitch that broke his hea because he gets down with groupies all the time. Definitely not telling Roland. 

Legalities, family friends and your reactions to the drinking games my friends suggest are most definitely not legitimate reasons, obviously. That would be fun; even if you dominate me on the field, I will own up everyone on the Quidditch pitch. I love your parents; they made you, riiiiiight? Okay, NEW PROPOSAL: I go over to yours, be amazing with you, and then you come to stay with me and you get to come out to the town! Deal?

Love,
Brigid xx

P.S. TERRIBLE LIFE CHOICES ACKNOWLEDGED AND NOTED FOR FUTURE REFERENCE. ALERT THE MEDIA, THE WONDERFUL SHAY THOMAS JUST TOLD ME THAT I WAS LOVELY. LIFE DREAM HAS BEEN ACHIEVED. is it sad that that legitimately made my day

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((OoC: I feel as if you ought to know that I nearly called her SHAY NAY NAY))