Why aren't the lines working! It's driving me crazy! Ah, let me just say...school has started back...bleh.

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Sirius,

I'm sure James won't mind doing that if it comes down to it. I just won't comment on the Quidditch matter, considering that James is a better player and I don't want to hurt your feelings.

Why do you feel so violated if Kreacher just heard you talking about flying away? Or was Mr. Padfoot moaning and groaning about something else while he was asleep?

Try not to take your anger out on the house-elf too much.

I can picture you fluttering your eyelashes in my mind. So, if you're going to pummel Regulus, then don't do it when and where I can see it. Then you can't do it again.

Have you been studying me, dear Padfoot? Sounds an awful lot like you have. Let me tell you a secret, I'm not the only one who seems so easy to read. And I'll fill you in on something else, I'm not the only one who does the ignoring.

I wouldn't want to be dictator of the world. Just doesn't seem like fun. Besides if I were the dictator, then you'd be under my rule. And then what would I do without you? And James for that matter?

A muggle job would work fine, considering not many people in the Wizarding World would want to hire a werewolf. Now would they? I suppose I might try to become an Auror. That is, if they'll hire a werewolf.

James is a right prat. I doubt that Evans would want him as her slave. I don't recommend becoming a gigolo.

So Toyboata is an ant nation? A nation of purely ANTS? No wonder they trembled before you. I'd be scared if an incredibly large foot started to mush me into Remus-goop. Except for the nation of Toyboata it wouldn't be Remus-goop, but ant-goop.

HA! I knew I could make you tremble! And I'm the only one who can do it! I'm laughing evilly right now. If only you could hear it. Okay, okay. I might have trembled before you, once. But only once I tell you!

Your dad is just one big cockhead.

But Siri, don't get me wrong, I'd love to have kids. Really would. And mum and dad would love to have grandkids, but…they won't be getting any unless they have another kid. Which isn't going happen. And they know that unless some miracle occurs or I adopt, they won't be having grandkids.

They wouldn't hate you if that happened, Padfoot. Maybe your Dad, but never you.

Sirius Orion Black! You will never, and when I say never I mean never, be like them. Ever. You're not like them Padfoot. If you were, why would you be writing letters to me? Why would you be my best mate ever in the entire world? You wouldn't. If you were like them, you'd have your nose so far up in the air that you'd drown if it started raining. You'd be looking down it at everyone. And you don't do that Paddy. You don't and you won't. You're better than that.

Aww, you care about me? I care about you too! And right about now, I'm fluttering my eyelashes and making kissy lips.

Don't think I won't bite you. You just wait.

Still not telling.

Remus

PS - Have fun with that parachute.

PPS - You're not mad at me, are you? Please don't be. Please? I really will pout and sulk if you are. And it won't be my 'reading-ignoring-you sulk'. It will be my 'making-sad-eyes-but-never-really-saying-what's-wrong-sighing-loudly-and-being-unusually-quiet-for-a-long-period-of-time' sulk. Yes, I realise that I'm your mate. And I also realise that James tells you everything. But I'm different from James, in more ways then one. I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings. I really didn't mean to at all. If I'd have known that it was that important I would have told you first thing. And yes, I got a name, you dolt.
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Hmmm...still no line. That's awful. I hate it. Bleh...There was something else I was going to say...can't rightly remember what it is right now. Oh well, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Any mistakes? I'm terribly, terribly sorry about them.