Private Message to Jason Montague

[alt_ptolemy]

Making the ickle Mick feel all at home and comfy, are you?

Karo wanted me to invite you to dinner in our rooms tonight, if you're free.

If you're not free, bring the sprog next time.

Comments

[alt_jason]

Looks like someone misses their Daddums.

Looks like a lot of people miss me, lately.

Ireland wants a big brother, and fuck knows that's not a role I'll be dropping anytime soon, with Freddie being how he is.

Think I'd be interested in someone still on their training-broom?

Especially when there's you and Karo around?

[alt_ptolemy]

Not like you to pass up an opportunity to amass another admirer.

Particularly if he's homesick and lonely, imagine what he'd be willing to do for you, swooping in now that Stephen's no longer around to protect him.

Besides, there's a certain sweetness to teaching them when they're young, but I don't think he's never dunked a quaffle before, either.

Anyway, if he's going to attach himself you might as well enjoy what you can get out of it.

Thought about moving in there myself but now's not the time to be stepping on toes.

I'll tell Karo. She'll look forward to it. Been too long, Jase.

[alt_jason]

Admirers are good things to have. Much nicer than enemies.

He's young but not that green, I think. True, though, that old things can become brand new when experienced alongside the utterly guileless.

Proficiency isn't something to scoff at, either, right?

What time do you want me?

[alt_ptolemy]

That's a loaded question if ever there were one.

Half-seven? We'll be out in the Square here til teatime, then she'll want to freshen up.

[alt_jason]

Half-seven it is.