Status: 10/45
Word Count: 228
Theme: Mail
"Uh oh."
"Remmy, my boy, is that what I think it is?"
"It...it appears to be a Howler."
Indeed, it was a Howler. Unsigned, it laid innocently on his empty plate, which normally was heaping with pancakes, hash browns, and bacon. Obviously, this wasn't normal because one; Remus's plate was void of food and two; Remus got a Howler.
Oh good golly, the world was going to end.
"Open it!" James urged impatiently, glee covering every inch of his face. "Wait, maybe we should fetch Sirius. He'd LOVE to see this."
Remus frowned. "No, he'd enjoy it too much." He hesitantly reached for the red envelope when it suddenly flew into the air and transformed into an angry, snarling mouth.
"REMUS J. LUPIN, YOU BLOODY WANKER! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS! OH NO, I WAS WRONG. YOU BLOODY PRAT, YOU INTENTIONALLY DIDN'T GO TO HOGSMEAGE WITH US SO WE'D OVER STUFF OURSELVES WITH SWEETS AND GET SICK, WASN'T IT? YOU WANKER! NOW I'M STUCK IN THE INFIRMARY WITH MISS PEACHY WHO WON'T HEAL ME BUT WILL WITH EVERYONE ELSE! YOU WANKER! I'LL REMEMBER THIS! YOU PRAT, I'LL HAVE MY REVENGE!"
Finally, the letter sputtered, shriveled, and exploded into a pile of confetti. Remus was distraught while James and Peter found this overly amusing.
"I'm going to kill him."
"If you do, mind if I have his worldly possessions?"