ginnyās quill paused and hovered at the end of the boys name for some time ; not so brief consideration given to scratching it out altogether or adding in some amount of formality. she wondered if as a ministry worker, now, heād find it RUDE ( even if they had once shared a common interest ). of course, there was the tiny matter of it being the 10th of march, his own letter having arrived a couple weeks before. if she thought about it too long then ginny was well aware of the fact that the long wait was far more rude than a lack of a āmrā, and so, she continued.
iām so sorry to have left you waiting. coach has been putting us through the absolute wringer in the lead up to semi finals - i havenāt had a chance to think.
a lie, of course. a humble one. the kind someone like ginny used frequently and with ease, these days. it was worse to tell the truth and admit that his letter had ended up in a pile of fanmail that ginny had little intention of ever reading, until one night when she had gotten a little too bored -
hermione mentioned you were working in the ministry these days, but i had no idea it was in transportation. howās that going for you, anyway?
iām only as good as the rest of the team combined, anthony, iām sure you know that. in future, let me know when youāre going to be at a game! there arenāt very many perks to the job, but i can always secure some wicked seats.
by now she had the tip of her tongue stuck between her front teeth, and she paused only to dip her quill into her little pot of ink, before returning to where she had left off. it was certainly the most interesting of letters that she had gotten, in a long while ; and though ginny wasdoubtful ( not of him, per se, but of the claim itself ), she had a sort ofā¦ curiosity, you could say, about what he was saying.
i must admit, i had no idea there were any sort of faults in the line at all - and i certainly donāt notice them while flying. iām sure you see the specifics of these things much clearer than i do, though, so donāt take that as doubt on my part!
iām heading to ireland tomorrow for the next game - though i donāt know how much trust i have in my own broom, if what you say is true! - but iām interested in meeting some time soon and seeing this out. should i drop by the ministry, then?
thank you for your letter, and i hope youāre staying safe.
Life went on, believe it or not, without a response from Ginny Weasley. After a few days, Ant had quite forgotten about his note, save for a couple of instances in which he would glance at a broomstick and recall his attempt to reach out to his school mate. Even then, he would think about the match for all of a couple seconds, but his ultimate interest in the actual sport of Quidditch was mild at best, and his admitted bitterness at the success Ginny so quickly claimed right out of school was enough to move on to another subject with haste.Ā
It arrived after a couple weeks, in the beak of an older owl which he tipped generously with a treat from a jar he kept just for deliveries. Not owning his own owl was a bit of an oddity, but he had always gotten along just fine at Hogwarts using the school owls, and these days most of his letters were departmental memos, zipping through the air in the form of folded paper planes.
No worries about the wait. Working at the Ministry is just about as thrilling and satisfying as you might imagine.Ā
I understand the confusion, itās not something super noticeable, given that the quality of your broom in comparison to other models is excellent. However, the problem lies in the within-group variance for your particular model. If you will trust, I am certain I can get it to perform better.
Donāt mistake my job at the Ministry for any resemblance of authority or rank. That is to say, feel free to drop by during working-hours unannounced, and youāll be likely to find me.Ā
|| Signed, Anthony Goldstein ||
A man of little words, he remarked to himself as he looked over the small letter. He hitched a shoulder, once again making a determination that it was in both of their interests in terms of time-management to keep things short and to-the-point.
