Dear Saoirse

[Jethro Hunter]

There isn't really a point to this letter, I'm just at work and wanted to think about you for a bit instead. I could get away with writing smushy love letters to you now I've made all my confessions, couldn't I? I'm not sure I really know how to do that though...

Oh, I just thought of a point to writing to you (other than that I wanted to) - I'm going for dinner at my mother's tomorrow night, do you want to come? Mum is sweet and a little bit vague and wrapped up in books, and already knows all about you, so there's honestly no reason not to.

I also mentioned you to Uncle Kaius. He was remarkably okay about it, but I'm still going cautiously - he can be tricky, and doesn't always say what he means. I have Muirin metaphorically gagged on the subject.... But it's progress!

By the way, if my little cousin ever happens to be drinking in the Three Broomsticks (I have a feeling he's probably there quite often), feel free to talk loudly about the lovely time you had with your wonderful boyfriend the night before. I haven't told him that that would be me yet, but I intend to, because he currently seems to think that my sex love life is non-existent, and likes to be insulting about it.

Let me know about tomorrow. I'd really love it if you could come.

All my love,

Jethro

[Saoirse Flynn]

You're ridiculous, but as I'm relatively fond of you in return, your lack of dedication to your work is actually only making me smile. I'm getting very odd looks off some old men in the pub.

I'd love to meet your mother, thank-you very much. What time abouts would it be? I might need to juggle shifts, but I'll try my best - there are some perks to being in charge! I hope he's genuinely alright about it all then, although, really, it's none of his business, I know and I got a letter from Muirin the other day - it was remarkably restrained! What have you said to her?!

Tell him about all the wonderful, fantastic, hot sex I'm having with my stuffy Ministry boyfriend, you mean? Can do! Although, I've not seen him bring a girl in there (whilst I've been on the bar, at least) for ages, so maybe his own love life isn't so hot? Or he's just taken to conducting it elsewhere or at other times, I suppose.

Lots of love,
S xxxxx

[Jethro Hunter]

Saoirse,

Thank you, I think. Glad I could brighten your day.

Dinner at Hunter Manor will be served at seven pm, with drinks beforehand, so if I pick you up just before six, that should be fine (it's not actually that formal though, and it really doesn't matter what time we turn up - it's my childhood home, I'm generally welcome any time I like). I don't know if he is or not, but to be honest, it doesn't really matter whether he is. He can like it or put up with it. As for Muirin, I may possibly have rambled on about how much I was in love with you, and got her eating out of my hand.

That sounds about right, though you can leave out the 'stuffy' part. And I've heard nothing on Kaycee's love life since he broke up with his last girlfriend - and if he's still upset about that, I'm not quite cruel enough to tease him about it...

What are you doing when I finish work tonight? Because to be quite honest, wonderful, fantastic, hot sex sounds a lot more interesting than what I've got sitting on my desk right now. And, you know, talking to you's always nice too.

Love,

Jethro

[Saoirse Flynn]

Jethro,

You grew up in a manor?! Fuck. By 'not that formal', is there an unspoken dress code I ought to adhere to? Because a time for dinner and drinks beforehand seems pretty formal to me!

You told her you were in love with me? I don't think anyone's ever told anyone else that they were in love with me before, not properly at least. I love you, too.

I'd gladly come and sit on your desk for you instead, but I think it might perturb the other pen-pushers - I'm not sure they could cope with that much excitement. I wasn't planning on doing anything tonight, so I could easily do you instead. I think Ian's out on a date or something, so our place is free if you wanted a change of scenery? I can make dinner if you like, and you probably won't die of food poisoning. (I don't know how you can turn down an offer that appealing...) I'll even talk to you, if you like.

I love you,
Saoirse xxx

[Jethro Hunter]

Saoirse,

No, not really. You look amazing whatever you wear. And honestly, it's not that bad. My mum didn't grow up with all this stuff anyway - she married into it. It's really not a big deal.

Yes, apparently I did. She was delighted. Happens to be true though.

Thank you - I'm now imagining you sitting on my desk, which isn't helping me get much work done. All that sounds lovely and I can't possibly turn it down. Although honestly, food and location aren't the major factors here - the only scenery I require is you in your underwear, really. Though an empty flat's a bonus. As is conversation.

Twice in one letter - I'm almost overwhelmed. In a good way. I love you too.

Jethro

[Saoirse Flynn]

Jethro,

Okay. I might dig out a dress, just in case. I think my version of casual might be slightly different to yours in this case, is all.

I'm glad it's true - I think I might be almost as delighted as Muirin that it is, thought maybe not quite.

I can explain to your boss that it was all my fault you did nothing all day, if you like, although I'm not sure how I'd go about it - I suppose I could come in and actually sit on your work for you? As for later, I wasn't even going to bother with underwear, if I'm truthful... although, if you insist, I'm sure I can manage that.

I think I like 'overwhelming you in a good way',
Love, Saoirse xxx

[Jethro Hunter]

Saoirse

Yeah, a dress should be fine. I mean, trousers would be fine too, but still. I mean, I'm not planning on wearing jeans, but I won't be in dress robes or a suit and tie either, if that helps at all?

I think Muirin's delight surpasses anything, to be quite honest. I tried to distract her by reminding her that her other cousin recently got engaged though.

My boss is Hermione Weasley, so good luck with that - make sure you tell her how inappropriate your letters were, so she knows I really didn't have a chance of doing any work with all the images you kept filling my head with.

Fuck. No, actually, wear the underwear please, then I can take it off and get both views.

I think I like it too. You can do it properly later on.

Love Jethro

[Saoirse Flynn]

Dear Jethro,

I would think an engagement would beat us getting our shit together most other things, for Muirin? Which cousin? As in, would I know them at all?

I think Hermione Weasley would fully understand your dilemma, especially if I came in to your office in my underwear. I think she'd be very sympathetic to your plight, and might even encourage you to sneak out to see me in your lunch breaks.

Good plan, on both counts.

Love, Saoirse xxx

[Jethro Hunter]

Saoirse,

I've no idea whether you know him - Nevin Anglesey? He's marrying Thalia Mulciber. Muirin hasn't replied though - I hope I didn't kill her off with too much excitement.

I'm not as optimistic as you on that count. She generally requires people to be fully dressed in the office. Also, you in your underwear is a view I don't really want to share with the rest of the office, thanks. There are pervy old men in here. Draco Malfoy, for example.

I expect I could deal with sneaking out in lunch breaks though. Technically, it wouldn't be sneaking, since I'm allowed to go where I want at lunchtime, you know?

Screw it, I'm getting out of work early - I'll make up the hours next week.

Love Jethro

[Saoirse Flynn]

Jethro,

I kind of vaguely know his name, and hers too, I think. Doesn't she play the piano or something?

I don't think I like your boss any more - she should appreciate the opportunity to see me in my knickers! Although maybe not so much the pervy old men, I get enough of them at my work, never mind yours.

You are? That's intriguing information. I think we could easily fit in a quick shag at lunchtimes...

Yes! Get your delectable arse round here, pronto. I've just found a tin of spaghetti hoops for tea, and ushered Ian out of the door.

Love, Saoirse xxx