Owl from Paul Pettigrew to Filius Flitwick, dated 16 September 1942 ~ Lightly warded with school wards, and sealed with what looks to be a poorly designed Gryffindor stamp pressed into wax
Flitwick,
How are things with you? Fine I hope. School has been so hectic this term I have not had the proper chance to talk with you except for snatches of conversation in class or such. Also, no doubt, you are experiencing the fun of being a Prefect -- were we ever this much of a handful when we were firsties? I dare say not.
Speaking of which, I hear your firsties are putting new meaning to the word "vacant" when it comes to paying attention to the drills. Word has come to me about the last one and how you practically had to drag your wards out of the Library. I can almost understand that situation; at nearly every drill I have to convince my firsties their "help is not needed right now". ( Be it actual help or the misbehaving-scamps kind of help. )
In any event, I thought I would offer my assistance to you in case it was needed. I know you are good at cricket, but sometimes all this Prefecting glory can seem like you are a one man batter against unsurmountable bowlers. Anyhow, I would not want Mr Riddle to return from wherever he has secluded himself and feel he must rant off about this or that.
Then again Mr Moody is hopefully coming back as well, and he may temper Mr Riddle somewhat. They seem to be more of a type, if you know what I mean, and tend to congregate in places where they do not have to Prefect the Prefects.