November 1, 2010



Garrick Oliver Donovan,

I still maintain that you should have been a girl, and you should have been named Charmaine. I will have to settle for the Oliver. The fact that they didn't name your lovely sisters after me is still such an insult. But not as insulting as hearing about you and a certain... Leon.

Why did you not inform me of this? I had to hear from Thalia. There's also something about a man who looks homeless. Is he your boyfriend or is that Leon? Stop being so secretive, you know I don't like that.

Thalia sent me a photo. You need to start using night creams, you look older than I do.

For the life of me, I cannot find a good scotch or decent cigars in this area.

November 2, 2010



Charlie–


Sorry about the way I was born, I’ll try to let the higher ups know next time I see them. (though chances are you’ll be seeing them before I do)  Less sorry about my name, though I agree it’s not that great either. Which is why I go by Rick. 

Ma only knows because of the funeral and she was staying with me. I didn’t want anyone else to know because I didn’t want them scaring him off before he   we were ready.

I’ll drop by on Saturday, since Leon will be busy. All day. Coincidentally. (The “homeless” guy was probably Phillip. You know Phillip. He doesn’t live here anymore, though.)

Charlie. I do not need night creams. And if by “this area” means what I think it means, I could have sent you perfectly good bottle or box. There is definitely no need to come here get it yourself.

Nov 5, 2010



Garrick Oliver,

Your ma is a wonderful daughter in law who is far too perfect for my garbage son-- your father. Thank Merlin you got all her good parts and all of mine... Along with your father's complete-- well, you know what I am talking about.

I need to meet this Leon. Immediately. Visit me sometime, before I visit you.

November 5, 2010



Charlie,


You can’t just—I’m a teacher now, I can’t just up and leave whenever you  I want. I have a boss.   You’ll meet him, I promise, just... don’t do anything rash. You’re not allowed to  Hogwarts is unplottable, and it isn’t as if London is within flooing or apparating distance of Cartagena.

November 5, 2010



You aren’t– Oh god. You’re already in town, aren’t you.

November 5, 2010



Charlie. You can’t visit us without warning. If you try to visit us without warning, there won’t be anyone home to answer the door. (And no, I can’t drop the security wards, we live above a shop.)

Nov 6, 2010


What I will to happen, will happen. You should know that by now.

Have a photo of me not caring about your feelings.

Love,
Charlie