Elisabeth [Faye]

[Faye Stanley]

Harvey,

Can we not. Can we just not have an irrelevant argument and say we did because frankly I have absolutely no time to argue with people. In fact, I outright refuse to participate in this argument. The fact of the matter is we don't know each other aside from you being mates with my idiot brother, and you want your jumper back. Let's just get back to basics. Keep on the business side of it.

It's a Hogsmeade weekend this weekend, so just tell me where you'll be and I'll bring the jumper. Preferably somewhere with not many other people, and let's not stay and chat. Don't bring Sam or Zanna, either. Or any of your other friends. If those two are an example of your taste in people then it's absolutely appalling.

I realise I snapped at you, by the way, and while I'm not sorry because you were being a prick, I will acknowledge that it was me who started the argument. That's the closest you'll ever get to remorse with me so I suggest that you take it.

Faye

P.S. I'm nice actua

[Cole Harington]

Elisabeth,

It wasn’t exactly irrelevant, because you started it and you continued on with it so obviously you’ve got a bit of time on your hands if you can fit me into your schedule, if only to banter about things you’re most definitely wrong about. If you’re going to be like that, then you can just keep the bloody jumper. You seem to like it enough already, so whatever. Don’t bother giving it back, I have plenty of others.

For the record, if you were coming to see me in Hogsmeade to drop off the jumper that I said I don’t need back anyway, I would be at work, you know, doing my job, because I work at Scrivenshaft’s. Bringing Sam and Zanna along to work has never been in the job description. Jesus. As it goes, my taste in people isn’t any of your business.

Wow, congratulations. You want a medal to add to your collection? This is the way it works now I mean if you’re going to be a bitch to me for no reason then don’t expect anything back

––Cole

[Faye Stanley]

Harvey,

You're worse than Sam congratulations I'm like this with everyone, you're not special

When will I meet you at Scrivenschaft's, then? I'm giving back the jumper, I don't care if you don't want it anymore. That's the point of this whole conversation, after all, otherwise it's just a waste of parchment. And I couldn't keep it anyway, that'd be ridiculous. It's yours, you bought it, you wanted it back.

Like I've said before, arguing is a waste of time. Just do me a bloody solid and don't say anything to Zanna about me. Zanna and I don't work like that.

Do you know where the first Quidditch World Cup final was held, by any chance? I need to finish this bloody crossword.

Faye

[Cole Harington]

Elisabeth,

Okay, not going to lie, I misplaced your last letter for a while. And by misplaced, I mean definitely lost it in the midst of stuff that was scattered everywhere all over the flat. Sorry about that. Hope you had an excellent Christmas - I heard some stories from Sam but yeah, have a good time throughout the rest of your holidays.

About the jumper - whenever you want, really. I work all this week but if you don't want to waste your precious time off school just to come to Hogsmeade then that's fine too. I don't really care.

How do you and Zanna work? You can't bring it up and not explain it.

You've probably finished the crossword by now, but in case you haven't, no, I don't. Never paid attention to Quidditch because it takes up so much bloody energy and time. I'm too lazy for that shit.

––Cole

[Faye Stanley]

Harvey,

Christmas pretty much consisted of me locking myself in the bathroom for most of the day. The rest of it was spent cooking the Christmas dinner. Can I just say that the most annoying thing in the world is having people trying to cook with you? Like, can people just stop trying to make everything a big team-work effort? I'm not a violent person, but I just want to staple people's tongues to their foreheads when they get in my personal space.

I'll come whenever I have time, then.

I can do whatever the hell I want.

I finished it already. Found it out from some Quidditch freak in my house. Had to make a quick escape after finding out because he was all ready to launch into a big speech about the history of Quidditch. No thank you.

Faye

[Cole Harington]

Elisabeth,

Well, that explains a lot. Sam says he vaguely noticed you pulling a disappearing act for a while, but then he went back to eating and got distracted from telling me the rest of the story. I told him it was all chill because you'd probably snuck out to snog someone, which resulted in Sam spitting out his food. Apologies for any older-brother-typically-over-protective questions he may or may not remember to ask you next time he sees you.

You do that.

Look out, we've got a badass over here.

Nice job. I feel the same, really. I'd rather not hear about things that don't matter. Which tends to be a lot of things.

––Cole

[Faye Stanley]

Harvey,

Cheers for that, matey. Looking forward to Sam lumbering up in that stupid babygro he wears or whatever else from Topman he has and looking at me primly and interrogating me on boys etc. Should just about be the highlight of the holidays.

I intend to.

You think you're so cool don't you

I think Quidditch is right up there on the list of "things that don't matter".

Faye