My Dearest Padfoot,
Why hello, good sir. I hope you are having a nice day. I know I am… Anyway, how are you? On the news it said that you escaped from Razz Matazz. About time. They really should announce you innocent soon though. I just can't believe that Peter would do that to you, Lily, and James! Oh, and of course little Harry. How is he, by the way? What does he look like? The last time I saw him he was just a baby.
I am doing quite well, for a shape shifter. I still get aches and pains on the night of the full moon, and I get sick leading up to it, but I haven't had the need to shift since…that night. I can still remember the night you admitted me into your little Marauder group thing. Moony had me pinned against a tree… Although I wouldn't mind that under normal circumstances –wink wink nudge nudge– Vinnie is great by the way. He has a boyfriend now! They look so cute together.
I am going to join the Order again. Dumbledore asked me to. Are you in it? I hope you are. If you aren't, I'm going to kill you because I haven't seen you in over thirteen years. Also, I'd like a chance to see Harry again, and meet his friends. I think you've mentioned them in past letters, but I'm too lazy to check. Anyway, if you are in the Order, then I will be seeing you in about a month! I have to pack up all my stuff first here in California. I'm going to miss all the sunny days and cloudless skies and beaches with warm sand in between my toes… Well, look at that. I'm the one torturing you. I'm going to guess that you can't leave the house?
Speaking of the house, I haven't been there since you moved in with Prongs. Are those god-awful house elf heads still hanging on the wall? Ew. It must be so dusty from all the years of being unused. I hope you clean it before I get there! You know I hate dust. Wait. Did I just suggest that YOU, Padfoot, clean? HA. How silly of me. You don't clean… Just like I don't eat apples. Especially after what happened in sixth year with that boggart we found in Slughorn's cupboard. I still have nightmares.
Wow. I am rambling. And it's getting really late. Here in California that is. It's practically noon for you. Yeah, I'm going to stop writing now.
Love, Fang