Sorry for the wait...laziness and school have taken over my life. Oh well...uhm, yeah so here it is. Oz, if you're reading this...Chapter 22 will be coming...lol. I'm just not sure when exactly.
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Siri-kins (yes, if you can call me Remmie Poo, then I can call you Siri-kins) ,

Yes, back in the country and back in my own bed. Thank Merlin for that! I didn't think that I'd ever escape the evil clutches of Tante Orane. Okay, they weren't actually evil, evil clutches. They were more like "Oh-Remmi-Darling-You've-Grown-So-Much-and-I'm-Going-to-Continue-Pinching-Your-Cheeks-and-Doting-On-You-Until-It-Makes-You-Want-to-Blow-Chunks!" evil clutches. And let me tell you that I did want to hurl. I'm pretty sure that I also had the urge to savagely rip her hand from her arm if she were to ruffle my hair one more time.

Back in the country also means that your letters will get here quicker. Why of course there's life outside your house. There's me isn't there?

I know what it's like to be taunted because of a secret. Especially by someone that you didn't want to know.

A sweet, scary dream? Do tell, I'm enchanted by your descriptions now.

You don't want to tell me what Regulus said? Says the boy who wants me to tell him who I had sex with. Even when I said 'no' at first. Pish posh, I say, pish posh.

Where have you seen these girls, pray, tell? What if I wanted romance? No flowers though, most of them make me sneeze something terrible. Aye, it's you and it's me. So, guys can't be in love, eh? I would like to point out that James fancies himself in love with Lily, BUT James is a git so that would probably just go to show you that love is for girls who want romance and flowers.

Yeah, I've got a mole on my neck. You've got freckles. So there. I'm sticking my tongue out at you, just so you know.

If I deserve to be ignored for keeping secrets, then so should you. Which by the way, you're keeping a secret now. You won't tell me what Regulus said. But, if you seriously don't want to tell me (don't even think about the name pun. I don't want to hear - or READ - it), then you don't have to.

You really shouldn't be so hard on him. I'd say it's the potions that make him smelly and greasy. And I'll have you know that sometimes you don't always smell the best.

Yes I think that I will laugh at James. Just because. His hair is delightfully funny.

You're a good person as well Siri. You're kindhearted and loyal to boot. Unless you run into Severus. Or your family. But I'm sure you get the picture.

When, exactly, will these t-shirts be done? And what exactly will they say? I'm a little scared to ask.

Oh ha-ha. What a lovely wand joke. As for my preference. Depends on who I'm with really. Oh you're so self-satisfied, aren't you? Would you want to be top or bottom?

Even though it would terribly hard to resist, I suppose that I'd only snap at them if you wanted me to. Although, if you kept me from snapping at them, it doesn't mean that I wouldn't want to.

Provocation? Oh you know, the normal things: stealing my chocolate (unless you plan on sharing the aforementioned stolen chocolate), reading my journal and then taunting me about the things written inside, etc, etc. Oh, and if I had a lover they should know that cheating would be considered provocation. Steer away from the cheating.

Let's hope you aren't going to have a death wish. I'd hate to have to tear that pretty head from your shoulders.

Maybe you should start slathering your lips in chap stick; get them ready to be pressed against…Peter's. Sorry about the wobbly writing right there, I gave myself the heebie jeebies thinking about that. Our dear Lily Evans seems to be surrendering to James's charms. They'll end up together. You watch.

There won't be any cubs, Sirius. Unless I plan to adopt. From Muggles. One good reason, eh? Well why don't you give me one good reason as to why you, my dear Sirius, won't be having any puppies of your own. Then I might be persuaded to give you my reasoning.

Ah! I've had a detention. Actually spent it with Dumbledore up in his office talking to him, reading books, and eating his candies. I got said detention because I…mouthed off to Professor Delano. He shouldn't have assigned that stupid Werewolf essay anyway.

As long as I'm okay with my flaws, you're okay with yours. I'm not having kids anyway. So you won't be keeping me from it.

I know James didn't mean for me to find it, but Merlin's balls it hurt! I've still got the scars on my hand from the bathroom faucet and doorknobs. Not to mention the other various silver made things lying about. They're rather pretty designs, but I'd rather not have them on my hand. Actually, I'd rather not have them on me at all.

SIRIUS! I can't believe you did that! I reckon it's okay though. You did it for me. I'm swooning again.

Yes my aunt and uncle are bigoted idiots. Maybe that's why they've got all of that silver stuff sitting out as well. Hmmm, yep. Yep, that's the reason. They hate me. And I don't actually care. They can hate me all they want. I've never done anything to them other than scaring their cat, Berlioz, just by entering the room. Funny though, that's never happened with any other cats. Just Berlioz. He must hate me too. Oh well. He's an ugly cat anyway. Now, now. No killing is going to happen. Can't have us being murders, now can we? That wouldn't blow over well with the Ministry. I suppose, that if we did decide to kill them, we could spare Andromeda, she's alright.

What will the chickens' names be? I mean, we named the cow. Well actually you named the cow, but don't the chickens need names too? Not even James? Would he spoil it too?

AH-HA! See I've had you trembling and now you're bowing before me! I am the greatest.

I don't know about being a vampire, but if it has anything to do with Severus, you might as well stay away from it. It'll only cause you trouble.

Remus

P.S - You didn't specify whether it had to be a first name or a last name. I can tell you that it was certainly not romantic, as it wasn't meant to be romantic. At least it wasn't this time. And I didn't call out "Campbell" either. It was Porter. Porter Campbell is the name. I'll also have you know that Porter Campbell is a friend from France. We met last time I visited Tante Orane and Oncle Audric.

PPS - I'm not sure you're ready for it ALL.