A/N: This fic is going to be written in letter format- letters from a runaway Quidditch-player to a travelling griffin-researcher. The connection? They both knew Lily and James, and they were at Hogwarts together. Please read and review!
-Rainstorm (May)
Disclaimer: Neither of us are J. K. Rowling.
Dear Angharad,
I hope this letter finds you in basically good health, no broken bones, huge bruises, or any of the other hundred and one injuries you tend to get from that silly game you're so fanatic about.
How is New Zealand? You put me in quite a spot when Arthur sent me that frantic owl, asking me if I knew where you had disappeared to, so of course I told him. He's terribly hurt, Angie. You might have at least OWLED him once you were well on your way… It's not fair for either me or Arthur that I had to break the news. And anyway, he took your side, didn't he?
And after that combination of a Remus-guilt trip and a Lily-lecture… Oh yeah, Lils is pregnant. You left right before they announced it. I told her it's a silly situation to have let Potter get her into, and she told me I'd change my tune when I got married.
Which won't be for some time, I imagine, since I shall be in the high Andes, researching the wonderful beastie known as the griffin. But not before running along the West coast of all the Americas sampling their chocolate.
What? It won't take long.
Anyway, I have a few 'other things' that need doing as I go along the coast, but I'm not risking writing them down.
I shall send you samples of the best chocolate, but only if you reply promptly and with a nice, long one. Else-wise Athena shall peck your fingers until you get cracking.
-Korri
Dear Korri,
Actually, I was in perfect health until that bloody owl of yours entered the scene. Believe it or not, she pretty much attacked me in the middle of a Quidditch practice. That took some explaining. Thanks, Korri. Thanks.
New Zealand is lovely. It's nice and hot, none of the blasted rain we get in England at the moment. And Korri, I couldn't do anything else! He'd have woken the family up, and then I'd never have got away. He owled me. Tell him from me I'm not coming back, will you? I've had three since your letter arrived, and my fingers are a gory mess. I just hope I can play on Friday.
Oh really? I didn't notice. He faded into the background, really.
Remus guilt-tripped you? I'll have to owl him, it's not your fault I packed up and left. Which address is he at now?
Oh, how lovely for her and James. Give her my congratulations, will you? Sorry for all the messages: we're not so paranoid here in NZ as we are at home.
Griffins? Sounds like fun. Chocolate? More fun. Don't eat it all, though, save some for me! Is it better than Honeydukes'? And I'll take your word for it not taking you long. I hope this blasted owl can find you.
-Angharad