You’re a bloody prick, you know that? Do you even know how long I searched for you on the platform? Mads and Tim had to force me on the train and, laps back and forth, I couldn’t find you. Shit mate, I thought you had missed the train. I was about to write to you but with owls stashed in the back of the train and then the opening feast, I couldn’t.
So, Quidditch training program, huh? You know if you were that pissed off at me getting captain last term, you should have talked to Ben Sr instead of making a hissy fit and asking your parents to have you change schools. There are simpler solutions, mate, you didn’t need to go that far.
Jokes aside, I’m happy for you even if you gave me the biggest freight earlier. Maybe an earlier heads up next time?
Fifth year won’t be the same without you. Who am I supposed to procrastinate studying OWLs with now? No more training and Quidditch partner? You’ve really turned my life upside down, mate. I don’t think I’ll be able to cope with your absence. I guess I’ll just have to go sleep in your bed.
I’ll miss you loads, don’t you dare get yourself a new best friend.
- Elliot
PS: Jerome is a shit name, you could have at least chosen something cool like Bruce Wayne
