Oi, Creevey!

[Peter Herriot]

You aren't dead, are you? If you are, you don't have to answer.

Really, Creevey? Can't I even hope for a letter from you to know if you're alive? I mean, hello, there are plenty of people out for your head. Insane Weasley, for one. And last time I talked to Tremlett she was nattering on about how much she'd like to murder you. Speaking of which, what's up with you and Little Tremlett? Hmm?

Anyways. You should come over sometime, hang out, play football with me, all that jazz. Or we could go get so wasted that we don't even remember our own names. I want to do something fun, I'm deathly bored.

Peter

[Lachlan Creevey]

Peter Dearest,

Why do you and Lorcan always assume that I'm dead? Like why do you hate me, what have I done wrong, I feel like this is some kind of joke you guys are all collectively pulling on me, etc. etc.

Yeah yeah, okay, whatever. Nicola just needs to get laid, she's far too uptight. And Pippa's only a year younger than us, man, so she's not that little. Check yourself.

Could we do all of the above? I can come over tonight.

Love,
Lachlan

P.S. Dominique's not insane. Except when she is.

[Peter Herriot]

Lachie darling,

Because there's no other conceivable reason you wouldn't be writing to me? Don't you know I'm just too awesome to not be written to?

Yeah, well, someone needs to do something about her. She's fucking terrifying. Not as much as Lewis or the rest of the dorm, but she is. And I need a way to differeantiate between the Gryffindor Tremlett and the Slytherin one, so yeah. I know she isn't little.

So, did you get invited to Rose and Nott's party? What're you going as? I think I'll go as Nick Fury. I can totally pull off the whole badass-eyepatch thing.

Yeah, tell me when. And bring some Firewhiskey. I only have Muggle stuff here.

Peter

PS: Puh-lease. You can't pretend she doesn't terrify you too.