Keefer bounded up the steps two at a time. His eyes met with a room devoid of human presence. All the better for composing a letter. He swept aside some debris on the floor and took a seat, back against the wall. Pulling out the necessities, he poised the quill over the parchment, unsure of how to start.
Well, the name. Treyen. That was easy. But what to say besides...?
He set to work, the erratic scratches soothing his confused mind. Every so often he got up and walked around to keep the blood flowing to his extremities. As he finished his letter, he blew on his hands to warm them up, gazing at the finished product.
SPOILER!!: Keefer's letter
Treyen,
How are you? Is life at WADA treating you well? We're all missing you here, especially the Quidditch team. I had a bout of spattergroit for our first match against Slytherin (which we lost), so we had a sub Captain. She's a seventh year, just came this year from Sweden. Kate.
I was actually writing mainly to get your advice about her. I'm uh.. a bit under practiced in the area of girls, and you.. well, we both know you know more about them than I do. She just confuses me, man! Every time I see her around, my stomach ties in knots and I can't manage to string together a coherent sentence. What's with that? It makes me feel like an idiot, and yet I can't help but try to be around her. And what's with that? I accidentally put my hand on top of hers the other day and she didn't, like, pull away as if she was angry or surprised or anything. Does that mean she wanted me to do that? What's with that? I'm so confused, because I think I like her but she terrifies me because I always end up looking like a fool in front of her.
So basically.. I think I need to know how to ask her out.
Help?
Keefer
Well, I didn't hide anything that embarrasses me, that's for sure. It was a mark of how desperately confused the Captain was that he even considered sending this letter in the first place. But Treyen had to know all the facts, or else how else could he help? Satisfied, the redhead called down a large tawny and carefully tied the missive to its leg. Not a second after it was secured, the owl took flight, winging its way towards WADA. As he watched it go, Keefer couldn't help but hope the response would be swift.