Showtime, The Adams Administration: being fired
Lyric Alley: Now my life gets better every letter that you write me.
Hamilton Mania, making accusations: clue ("I am the one thing in life I can control."
Postal: letter fic
Hard piñata
Word Count: 419
Oliver,
I am terribly sorry to hear that Puddlemere have decided to let you go. Those accusations Rita Skeeter made are absolutely ridiculous! Just say the word, and I will have a full investigation launched! I may not have my old position at the Ministry, but I can promise you I will pull every string possible.
Aside from that, how have you been? It was lovely to hear from you. Would you like to get together for lunch later this week?
Always,
Percy
Perce,
I've never had someone so eager to defend my honor. My hero.
It won't be necessary though. I am the one thing in life I can control. I've come to terms with that. In the end, I'll find something else. Rita Skeeter doesn't have a clue how valuable I still am as a player. Maybe I won't be part of Puddlemere anymore, but there are plenty of other teams out there, and I'm not losing hope.
Obviously I will have plenty of free time over the next while, so lunch would be excellent. My treat?
Yours,
Oliver
Oliver,
Hero? That's rather laughable, don't you think? I have as much courage as roast potatoes. Still, it's a nice thought. Defending your honor is my pleasure.
I'm glad you aren't taking this to heart. I have never lost a job, but I can imagine it must feel awful. But you've always been strong. That's why I've always admired you.
Which reminds me. I've been thinking a lot lately. We had something great when we were younger, remember? I was a fool back then, and I didn't treasure it the way I should have. Can we try again? I'm not talking about rushing into anything, of course. We can go slow. After all, we are having lunch together. Perhaps we can try it as more than just friends?
I think I'll send this before I make myself sound like a complete idiot.
Always,
Percy
Perce,
Hero. Maybe you aren't particularly heroic, but doesn't stop me from calling you my hero. Don't argue with me.
It isn't fun, obviously. But I'm learning to move on. Honestly, your letters make me feel so much better.
I've been thinking about that too. Look at you. You say you aren't courageous, but you asked the question I was too nervous to ask. I would love to give us another try. I miss what we had, and maybe we're ready to try again. Baby steps.
I'll see you Friday for dinner.
Yours,
Oliver