Lach

[Jo Kirke]

What's wrong? And don't tell me nothing, because you've been completely silent all holidays, and nobody seems to have seen you, which is totally unlike you. You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm kind of worried about you...

How's your family? How's Robbie? I bet he's getting big now - what is he, four months? Mine are driving me a bit mad, they're disagreeing on everything and my brother seems to have reached the rebellious phase. There's not really any way for him to rebel out here though, so he just mooches around looking sulky and snarling at anyone who tries to talk to him.

I hope you're okay. Write back!

Love, Jo x

[Lachlan Creevey]

Jo,

You needn't worry about me, love. Seriously, I'm just off in the depths of hell pondering every single decision I've made in the past six years and wondering why everyone hates me for everything, even the things I haven't done wrong. And wait, before you even accuse me of it, like all girls seem to do, I'll just save us both the time and misery and admit it - yes, I'm whining right now and I always whine because apparently I'm a whiny little bitch.

Robbie's fine. He's just a little bugger. Too small to have made any serious errors in life yet. Unlike some of us. You can come over and see him sometime, if you want. And aw, that sucks about your brother. I'm sure he'll come around, though. You're probably an excellent older sibling. Role model, even.

Lots of love,
Lachlan

P.S. Did I forget to mention at the beginning of this letter that I raided my mother's wine cabinet? Oops. Wine's so much classier than Firewhisky, really. Especially when you're all alone.

[Jo Kirke]

Lach,

Well, this is positive - at least you're talking to me. Even if you are drunk. And I don't think I've ever accused you of whining, have I? Even if you are. What's brought this on? Also, who actually called you a whiny bitch? Recently, I mean, because obviously someone did.

Well, that's true. And I'm pretty sure you're not a bad older brother yourself, the way you talk about Robbie. I'd love to come over some time - and at least I can Apparate to get there now!

Lots of love, Jo x

((OOC - I agree, wine is very classy))

[Lachlan Creevey]

Dearest Jo,

Why wouldn't I talk to you? And I'm not drunk, I'm just a little tipsy. A normal effect of alcohol on one's body. No need to fret. Wow, but if I tell you, it'll just reinforce their claim that I'm whiny, especially if you go and say something to them. This is quite unfortunately a lose-lose situation. Get out while you can.

You should Apparate over soon! I miss you. Robbie might be sleeping at any given time when you come here but we'll see what happens.

Love love love you,
Lachlan