from james to lily
My dearest darling Tiger Lily,
At this very moment, you are scrunching up your nose in that cute way of yours at my sappy address. I'm sorry about that, Lils, but Sirius was watching over my shoulder. He just made a retching noise and ran off, but he would like you to say hello to Remus for him. At least I think that's what he said, there was just too much vomit to be accurate. I am possibly joking, but you wouldn't know, will you? Because you are not here, a fact that I really do lament in a most tragic manner, all kidding aside.
...Wait. How long have you known about the Cloak? And on, say, a scale of one through ten, how brassed off were you at me when you found out? Just a little? Are we talking a slight reddening of the ears or a "James Potter, I will never snog you again for as long as I live?" I believe that it would be obvious which one of those I prefer. The former still holds the possibility of hopefully shirtless shenanigans and periwinkle undergarments. Well, you suggested that I use it with you, so I'm guessing that you're not angry. If I understand your meaning, and I do believe that I do as I am incredibly brilliant, you wish to use that Cloak to do naughty things with me(and not Remus, right? no. definitely not. right?).
I, of course, encourage such a break from your Prefectly principles.
My parents do like you, all undergarment debacles aside, and have no problem with you coming back with Remus. My mum is curious about your pasta recipe, so you should take this as a sign to come here AS. SOON. AS. POSSIBLE.
And feel free to bring more knickers in a variety of exciting pastel colors, I look forward to it.
All my love and remaining scraps of sanity,
James P.