- Padfoot and Prongs -
Author's Notes: Sorry it's taken so long, enjoy.
The Tower that desperately needs more windows.
17th September 1977, 20:56.
Mr J. Prongs,
More than once I have questioned your intelligence on matters regarding Miss Evans, but never before have I been so convinced that you have gone completely insane. If you think that Master Padfoot and I are going to be sympathetic to your cause because you have actually been given the opportunity to spend time with your 'angel' (as Sirius so rightly points out, is anything but) then you will be sorely mistaken.
Perhaps I should explain my current situation to you. I, along with Mister Padfoot, am currently located in Astronomy tower. We are unable to breathe and have been made to polish every crystal ball that the old "future-seeing dingbat" owns, which for the points sake is four hundred and twenty three separate round glass balls.
This situation, as you are already aware, arose out of your brilliant idea to, to quote you directly, "blast through the wards that McGonagall put up". I don't need to remind you of the absolute mayhem caused by the curses flying around the classroom, or the one that happened to hit Miss Lily Evans giving you the perfect opportunity to be the hero. Although, as it seems that you have forgotten I do need to remind you that as Padfoot has already pointed out, "THIS WAS YOUR STUPID IDEA, YOU SHOULD BE HERE YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A MARAUDER!"
Now for more our sakes than yours we are giving you thirty minutes to turn yourself in and join us in our dreary task before we send a letter to Miss Evans giving the details about exactly whose curse slammed into her during her second favourite subject.
I do not enjoy blackmailing people Prongs, but if you are not up here in now twenty-nine minutes I will be forced to lower myself to both Sirius' and your level.
Your FAITHFUL marauder
Mr R. Moony