Dylan stared at the letter, trying to find his usual enthusiasm when invited to the Burrow. On failing he crumpled up the letter into a little ball and threw it into the bin.
Jamie is alive! Of course he was, so was he, but that didn't even warrant a mention. Not even an 'and his friends'. And then she even sent it to him, wasn't that more than a little bit rude? Then again, he was surprised she even remembered his name for all he seemed to matter.
No, as much as he loved Jamie, he could think of better ways of spending Saturday night than in a house with people celebrating his return to health without remembering that he even existed.