Sirius,
Prongs is an idiot, but then again I'm not sure if I should be agreeing with the person who called me "Dearest Moonykins".
You caught me again! I am a transvestite. I'm rolling my eyes now Padfoot. Wish you were here so you could see me doing it.
If it's not my "oh so sexy body" that turns their brains into gibbering wrecks, my scars would certainly do the trick. As a matter of fact, I don't think it would be my sexiness that would make their brains turn to mush at all. It would be my scars. So if you don't mind, I'd like to keep the pictures of my nonexistent frilly lacy underwear off of the walls of Hogwarts. Or any where that people could see for that matter.
No you probably shouldn't haven been yelling at your bird. But I hope your punishment wasn't too awfully bad.
Don't worry about it Sirius. Just a couple of months and then back to sunny Hogwarts, yeah? Your concern flatters me, truthfully. I appreciate the effort.
I did, in fact, say that detentions were bad for you. A couple of times actually. Detentions are like solitary confinement, they are. Unless of course your serving your detention with someone else. Then it's just more of a night in jail.
Yes, you can be as selfish and bastardy (which by the way, is not an adjective) as you want and I'd still be your friend. 'Siriusly'. Once again, I'm rolling my eyes. Okay not really, only as much as I can stand. Which is a lot I suppose. I've put up with it for this long, haven't I? Yes, I did walk into that one. Unfortunately.
You should have said something, I could have asked mum if you could have came along. Could have kept each other company. Now all I have is Oncle Audric and Tante Orane (who, by the way, are not my real uncle and aunt).
Erm…no. There's no holiday romances for me. And what if I was keeping myself for someone? Hypothetically speaking, of course. Because I'm not. Now, now. Don't go off pouting.
Even if I did have imminent nuptials, you would not be doing the planning, dear Padfoot. You really should be doing your homework Sirius.
Here, I'll swoon once more for you. Okay I'm swooning, if only you could see me now.
Yes, someone as incredibly sexy as you should not be pouting. It makes all of the rest of us feel unequally sexy. And sad. Makes us completely weepy.
You, always careful? Please, don't make me laugh. Besides, France isn't all that foreign anyway.
I'll be careful, don't worry your pretty little head.
Bye,
Remus
P.S: I am so not a transvestite!