So… this is a little fun thingymajigger that I'm working on with one remuswolfylupin. We're writing letters to each other, her as Remus, me as Sirius. Hers is called 'Letters To Padfoot', and neither will make sense with out the other. She wrote the first letter, so I suggest that you MAY want to read that first, or else this will make little to no sense.

PLEASE ENJOY! XD

Dear Moony,

Is that the three hundred and fifty two point five book with the eighty three-page introductions and a large ink blot on page thirty seven? If so, I have never seen it before in my life. You should try to be more organized, my Dear Moonikins. Honestly, you're worse than James...

You're what? You must be in denial... Yes, that's it. You are so tragically bored that you have forced yourself to read and you are now telling me that you are having fun to keep my from worrying my sexy little head over your Death By Boredom. I am severely disappointed in you. All this Chocolate Eating and Book Reading must be stopped while you still have an ounce of fun and Maraurderiness left in that wolfy body of yours. You should be wreaking pranky havoc on that small town you call home. Like scaring the cats in the windows and forcing cranky old men to shake their wrinkled fists at you and chase you off of their freakishly green and well kept lawns.

We are having wonderful adventures and a tremendous amount of fun. I have never before felt so free as when we are running naked through the long grasses in the field behind the Potter's house. It is quite liberating. You should try it sometimes.

Peter's Mother frightens me. She made me bathe. It was horrible. We should put slimy insects in her shampoo… or make Peter transform and stick him in her underwear drawer. The irony would be hilarious.

That Dog isn't cuter than me, is it? Because if it is, it'll have to go.

Are you actually implying that me and Prongs would spend even a second of our precious summer time thinking? My Dear delusional Moony…. All that reading and Prank Withdrawal must have gone to your head. Go set off a couple of dung bombs under your parent's bed, and all should be as right as rain. Trust me, for I have never before lead you wrong.

But I do agree that Peter should visit you over the summer. The poor Bloke is probably doing his homework already! Prongs and I are counting on you to save Wormtail from the evil clutches of Summer History Of Magic and Defense Against The Dark Arts homework! I don't even know why Professor Breston assigned Summer Homework… its not even like she'll be there next year!

M-Moony… why must you hurt me in this way? Why must you wound me with your cruel sick jokes? And as much as I love cruel sick jokes, that was going much too far. I THOUGHT THAT WE WERE FRIENDS!

~Padfoot

ps

And, I do NOT twitch!