Feltonsgirl90210: Thank you, my favourite Irish Beta Reader friend, for your lovely reviews. And, btw, I don't know exactly what's gonna happen either. But it's gonna get darker……

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Hey everybody. Sorry this one is kind of short, its kind of transitional and also I'm ill and I can't be bothered to write anymore on this one.

I have a bone to pick with you guys anyway. NONE OF YOU REVIEW EXCEPT THE AFORE MENTIONED FABULUOS PEOPLE!

505 hits, SEVEN REVIEWS! COME ON!

I'm done yelling now. On with the story.

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Remus woke early the next day, but not early enough. He wandered out of his room and into the open plan living room.

James was asleep on the sofa, sprawled half on the floor. Sirius came stumbling out of his hovel a few minutes later, woken by the sound of the coffee machine.

He was stumbling because he had his eyes closed. And both his arms were engaged in further blocking out of the bright August sunlight. He was muttering to himself.

'Ouchies….oh it burns…..can't sleep The Table Babies will poke me….'

Remus didn't even ask. He did laugh though when this culminated in Sirius triumphantly reaching the sofa in one piece.

He jumped with all his energy which, while curbed by the hangover, was still enough to carry him heavily onto James who was still sleeping peacefully. James screamed like a girl.

Remus told him he screamed like a girl.

James hit Remus with the stuffed monkey that, they all had no idea why but, always lived on the sofa.

It had been affectionately named Bacon Sandwich. No one quite knew why.

Sirius had moved from the sofa in search of caffeine while the other two were fighting. His fingers touched a piece of paper and, forgetting his headache, he opened his eyes to inspect it.

'Guys…..' he said mysteriously. James and Remus completely failed to appreciate the mystery.

'GUYS!' He shouted, throwing any hopes he had of injecting some glamour into the situation to the winds.

He read the letter out loud.

J, R and S,

Thanks guys, I owe you one. It's six – thirty, I'm going home. See you next week at the Charing X.

L

xxxxxxxx

It was signed with just a tiny picture of a lily, drawn hurredly.

Sirius looked up.

'I think this year could be veeeeeeeeeery interesting.'