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It was fresh on his mind as he set his rattling keys into a bowl to the side of the apartment door, closing it behind him. He didn’t bother with producing a wand to flip on the candles scattered around the flat. Rather, he shuffled in the dim evening light toward his desk, tucked away in the corner of his studio, pawed around for a box of matches, and used that to light the single candle upon the escritoire. He replayed the images in his mind as he scribbled onto some parchment. He decided to leave it short and to-the-point, assuming that Ginny Weasley had much too little free time to give him the privilege of digesting a whole drawn-out letter in its entirety. The communication read as follows----
Ms. Weasley,
It’s been a while. I hope you find a minute to read through this, I believe it could aid you in your professional life--not that you need it, really.
I attended your match this afternoon, the Twentieth of February. You flew wonderfully, as was entirely expected. What you do in a Quidditch match is nothing short of an art. That being said, your true potential might be hindered by, I’m sorry to say, your broom. I work in the Department of Magical Transportation as a research assistant, and I have seen a few of the problems your particular model experiences. I witnessed a few of these defaults while watching the match today. Though slight, I believe that a few tweaks could improve your changes of direction, and even your speed.
If you have a day to spare, pop by with your broom, I’d be happy to give it a look.
(P.S., apologies for the formality of greeting. Not sure what you prefer to go by these days.)
|| Signed, Anthony Goldstein ||
