This is a work of fiction, designed to be read and enjoyed by everyone who cares to. I am not making any money off this, and I do not own the characters that you recognize. Warner Bros. Own the rights to Harry and crew. I do however own the rights to the Palafox girls.

Adellis sank into her favorite chair and propped the copy of 'Fabulous Party Charms to Amaze and Delight' that she'd taken from the school library on her lap. She flipped the pages of parchment between her fingers, stacked them neatly and started to write.

"Dear Jo,

"If you get an owl from Remus Lupin or Sirius Black, throw it away without reading it. They are both horrible liars and are trying to spread tales about me that aren't true. Well, okay, they are partly true, but mostly greatly exaggerated. I have never, nor will I ever, do a striptease inside the walls of this school. And certainly not with the windows open!!

It all started with Harry Potter. I can blame everything on him, even though I know that it's not very professional. But Harry (you remember James, right? I think you fancied him once for about fifteen minutes until he started talking. Then you decided that he was far too silly for your liking.) is nearly a carbon copy of James. Constantly up to no good and surrounded by mischief making friends.

Well, seems that Harry and Sirius can't be bothered to communicate like normal wizards. Instead, Sirius prefers to go popping his head through Floo and talking with Harry upstairs in the Gryffindor commons.

I'd gone up to return a book to a first year who had carelessly left it behind in class. I pop through the portrait hole and Harry's head pops over the back of a sofa, looking very guilty. I thought that I'd walked in on him having some late night tryst with a girl, but no. He stammered a hello and mumbled something about studying.

I was feeling off that night because something in the pudding just doesn't sit very well with me, so I didn't want to get into anything. I left the book and started for the portrait hole and Harry called his goodbye, using my name.

Then there was a pause, a pop and some degree of shuffling. Next thing I remember, I am being attacked by what seemed to be a small army. Once that was all over, I realized that I'd been picked up and whirled about by Remus and Sirius both. (They share a flat in north London and are connected to the Floo from there.)

Naturally, I was thrilled to see them. They said their goodbyes to Harry and popped out, only to pop back in my quarters. We spent the night catching up with each other. We talked about our school days and remembered all the great times we'd had. I gave them the short version of what happened all those years ago, and Remus gave bad love life advice.

I think his exact words were, 'a good fuck would do Severus some good.'

You two would make the perfect couple, dear sister of mine.

In truth, they have changed a lot. Remus looks so forlorn, even when he smiles. And Sirius is very watchful and seems somewhat haunted. I know there are things I am not being told about Sirius, Remus not so much. The werewolf in him would make him age the way he has.

But the incident that you will probably hear about before long happened last week. Those two goons have taken to just dropping by unannounced and whenever it suit them. They Floo straight into my quarters at all hours. The time in question, they both stopped over at six in the morning.

At six in the morning, I am in the shower! But they were heedless of this and when I came wandering out in nothing but my bra and pants I got the shock of my life, along with a round of applause. I threw them out, only to have them some back three minutes later when I was trying to get a sweater on. They snuck in and scared the living shit out of me, and I dropped my sweater.

So now, two terribly bad men who should have grown out of that are calling me the Slut of Hogwarts.

Indeed, I am beginning to think that they are the one's who need to get laid!

Other than that, things are going well. The first years are first years. I actually had one young lady get so worried and flustered in class that instead of making up an antidote, she managed to make chewing gum. She is now very popular, but can't remember how she did it.

I am still getting used to the House structure again. I don't remember the competition in the classroom being as heated as it is. But then again, I'm not sure I remember as much about being here as I thought I did.

They have asked me to referee the next Quidditch match, so I've been watching the practices. Next game is Slytherin versus Hufflepuff. Slytherin plays dirty, as ever, and Hufflepuff is a good clean team. I think I am going to have my hands full.

Bad news about Christmas break though. They've reinstated the Yule Ball (remember the one we always wanted but never got?) and I have to stay to chaperone that. Perhaps you and Evie could come and stay in Hogsmeade and we'd be able to get together some during the break. Sirius and Remus are already jockeying to see which of them gets to be my 'date.' I say to hell with them both! I'll spend the night chaperoning and dancing with Hagrid and Uncle Albus.

And speaking of Uncle Albus, tell Evie to get her pants out of a twist. He says that my Apperating has gotten better. So, nyah! Granted I can't do it on the grounds, but Albus tells me that I've got the incantation down.

Sorry to be so brief. Quidditch practice tonight after dinner, and then a study session with some troubled seventh years. Meanwhile I have to return some books to the library and find Professor MacGonagall. I need to go over the current points standings with her so that we can post them tomorrow.

Halloween is just around the corner! Hope you have a happy one!

Love,
Adellis."

The next week, Adellis got a return owl from Jo. It was short, brought by an oversized barn owl.

"Addy,

Christmas sounds excellent, we'll be there.

Remus has not been nor will he ever be my type. He can keep his paws to himself. Or all over you. Whichever suits you best. But I for one would much rather see Severus's paws all over you. It's a better match.

Evie is pleased, but sends reminders to keep practicing.

Have a good week, and stop airing your underwear to the entire world. You'll tarnish the family name.

xoxo,
Jo"