Eventually they start to talk to others. There is a pair of red-haired young adults who write to them now. She converses with the guy, he with the girl. It’s rather tiresome, honestly. This fellow never does much but complain about jealousy of his best friend, apparently Seeker for the English national Quidditch team, or offer up facile anecdotes of some foolish prank that his brothers pulled. It seems that they run a joke shop and he clerks at it.