José,

[Rosa Rodríguez]

Where the hell have you been, little brother? I haven't seen you forever! You have to visit me before you head off to Hogwarts, alright? You and Flick. I'm bored as shit in my flat by myself and sometimes Jake

Lots of love,
Rosa
xoxo

[José Rodríguez]

Jose?

Who is this Jose you speak of? Because if this is Rosa, she - Rosa that is- knows she us the only person, ONLY person, who can call me Jojo.

If this is indeed mi hermana, though, I say, hey Rosalita!

I've missed you too. And what a harsh tone, geez. Thou think I'd have killed your cat. Calm down.

I can always move into the flat with you, but I don't want to see your boy toys roaming the halls. My eyes are innocent still.

Flick too? Why must she come? Gosh, Rosa. Kidding. But truthfully I don't know where she is. Maybe Mama and Papi sold? I tried once, but they caught me. So they do it and cut me out of the profits, what is this?


What'd you scratch out?


Love,
Jojo

[Rosa Rodríguez]

Yes, José. This José I speak of is what I call my little brother when I'm pissed at him for deciding to go AWOL for almost three months! Don't call me Rosalita. That's what mama and papa call me when they're angry. Actually, no, it's more like 'Rosalita Claudia Rodríguez'.

I don't want you to move in with me. I've got enough people dropping in to keep me occupied. And shut up, they do not 'roam the halls', they're simply trying to rediscover the bathroom. They're not all just boys, by the way. Some of them a girl toys.

Because she's been playing dead for three months as well. She's lost? That's great! She should be at home, up in her bedroom and playing with her toys. How dare they not invite you in selling our little sister.

Scratch out? Nothing. Nothing at all.

Love,
Rosa

[José Rodríguez]

Rosalita Claudia Rodriguez
(Imagine me saying that in abuela's voice)

I do not know this Jose, I apologise, but I can take a message, and if I come in to contact with him I'll let him know. I heard he was a bit of a prat, though.

You should start charging admission. Wait would that be illegal? Like prostitution or something. And I don't like all these guys and girls using you. I just. Nevermind

I'm moving in with you to chaw these tossers off and to point the ladies to my room. Sounds fantastic to me. You get no say.

I haven't been playing dead. I didn't tell you, did I? I am dead. You're speaking to a ghost.

And yes, she should be. So long as she plays with her dolls and has yet to acknowledge guys exist, I'm okay. Because I'm not ready for this. I need a holiday. Look at how you've stressed me so.

I know! They cut me out of the prophet. I can't believe it.

Fair enough. I don't believe you, but fair enough.

Love,
Jose Luis Rodriguez

Better known as Jojo only to you.

[Rosa Rodríguez]

José Luis Rodríguez (I can write your full name too and with accents)

He is truly a bit of a prat but sometimes I love him. Only sometimes though.

What did you just cross out?

Aw, baby, you don't want the tossers in your room as well? And no way in hell. There are far too lady lovers in the world and they're not getting wasted on a little boy, sorry to say!

Oh, that's write! I got a letter from a ghost just the other day detailing your extremely horrific death caused by me and a shovel in the backyard. Sorry, forgot about that.

Not ready for what?

Those slags. Cutting you out of profits. How dare they.

Love,
Rosa

[José Rodríguez]

Rosa,

I love it when you call me by my full name. Makes me feel like a bullfighter or something. You think you can shout that through the halls of Hogwarts? Please.

And roll all your r's so that i really can feel like a matador.

You only love him sometimes? You're so rude.

What did you cross out?! I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. Plain and simple. Besides, how are you to know that it wasn't just some jerk of the pen? huh?

I'm not a little boy, and nah - you can have the guys. I'm done with that phase in my life I think. Only the cute girls. You should hook me up with your one friend - what's her name? Ria. . . she's hot. Or Grace. I like Grace. She's sweet.

Hahahahhhhaaa, You didn't kill me with a shovel. You should see someone about talking to ghosts, though. I don't think that's normal. Well, unless you count Hogwarts ghosts.

I KNOW! HOW DARE THEY! which reminds me, I want one last hurrah out and about before i'm shlepped back to Hogwarts, got some sickles I could borrow? not that you'll ever get them back

Love,
Jojo

[Rosa Rodríguez]

Jojo,

I'm sick of writing your full name and that's so sad that your full name makes you feel like a bullfighter. I'm not returning to the hellhole of Hogwarts just to shout your name. Sorry to disappoint.

Only sometimes. Half the time he can be a bit of a git.

How ever would I know if you're lying about what you crossed out or not? If I could see you, it'd be easy to tell if you were lying... but unfortunately, your twitchy eyes aren't conveyed over a letter. How do you know mine wasn't just a jerk of the pen either?

Aw, Jojo. You'll always be little to me. So you're not lusting over guys any more? Shame. Go ahead and have the cute girls... they're always so clingy. I'll just have the hot ones. Ria would never hook up with you in a thousand years and I doubt Grace would either.

Talking to ghosts is perfectly normal actually. You should see someone about your lack of knowledge regarding the wizarding world.

THOSE WHORES. I have got some sickles, yes. But tell me what you're planning first!

Love,
Rosa

[José Rodríguez]

TO MY DEAREST SISTER,

ESTOY MUY SIENTO QUE LA LETRA ES MUY TARDE, PERO I HAD TO GO TO SCHOOL.

I tried to play dead, but grandma hit me with her cane. So here I am. Sitting in Hewer's class.

Make with your bad arse auror powers and rescue me. And still bring those sickles. I've got something planned for them.

Please.

THIS IS ME SENDING AN SOS. COME SAVE ME. AND BRING A BEAUTIFUL GIRL.


-Love,
JOJO

[Rosa Rodríguez]

Jojo,

I don't see why you had to yell at me in capitol letters via owl. A howler would have sufficed. Hey, that's an idea! I'll send you a howler next time! Then maybe you'll actually reply to me before the week's over.

Poor Grandma, having to use her cane so violently on you again. Hewer's hot - at least you have something worth staring at. Here I am, at my desk, and my vision is being tainted by some ugly guy's arse in Lycra because he just had a bike ride and has yet to change.

Sorry, can't leave work. I'm doing paperwork and if I look away from Lycra Guy's arse, I can see right down some hot girl's top. I'm not giving you money because you won't pay me back.

THIS IS ME SAYING NO. AND NOT APOLOGISING.

Love,
Rosa