Let me tell you about YOUR SON. He is bloody BRILLIANT. He has played perhaps the best game of Quidich I have ever seen in my 17 and a ½ years (it was exactly that yesterday HAPPY HALF-BIRTHDAY TO ME!) and considering he is always pretty damn brilliant that is saying something indeed. It is in my prefesstional opinion that James Potter is a Quiditch GOD, and you should be very proud of your little godling.
Your other son, Mr Sirius of the Blacks by blood but really nothing of the sort by personality, is also a GOD but he is a different sort of god and while I realise that I am more than a little tipsy I have not lost my senses so completely that I would go and tell you how excellent he is at shagging me so don't you get your hopes up you naughty wench!
Merlin these smudges are awful. It's all your godling's fault, playing Quiddich in the rain and the mud and the rain and...bugger...oh and the mud! YES! Mud! Mud mud muddy mud mud is every where.
I need a shower.
YOUR SON IS A QUIDDITSCH GOD YOU KNOW.
Love from,
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