Sev,

Do you realize how hard you are making this? You and I will be getting along just fine, then I ask a question and BAM, you slam the figurative door in my figurative face! Do you do this to everyone, or is it just me?

Sirius

Sirius,

Either/or. I don't know. Nobody else is stupid enough to ask personal questions about me. They all think that I'm the greasy git from hell who will Avada Kedavra them if they rub me the wrong way.

Severus

Sev,

Okay, is it just me, or does summer vacation Siriusly kill your joy? You were doing all right during school (for the most part) and now you're all gloom and doom. If you don't cheer up, I may have to write a letter to Lily and find out where you live.

Sirius

Sirius,

Okay, okay, I will cheer up (or at least pretend to), just to keep you away.

Severus

Sev,

Do you really hate me that much? (Cries sad puppy cries.) Now I do have to write to Lily, so she can convince you to like me.

In other news, I am at Jamesie's house, writing to you at midnight, and I believe that the others (Remus, James, Peter) are all asleep. The adults are still awake downstairs. I don't get how adults can live on about two hours of sleep a day. I couldn't do it. If I ever have kids, they will be adopted at either six or sixteen.

Have you ever thought about what's going to happen after school besides being a Healer or Professor? Like family, and things like that? I haven't, much. I am split between two ideas: I don't want to grow up and I can't wait to leave the family. Getting past school hasn't really occurred to me.

Sirius

Sirius,

It would figure that growing up never really crossed your mind. As for me, I have my ideas, but no real plans. I'm afraid that if I make plans, they'll be dashed to pieces by something or another. If I only have ideas, I can't be too disappointed.

Severus

Severus,

I'm trying to see how much truth is in those few statements. Let's see…

"As for me, I have my ideas, but no real plans." This I doubt. The kind of person you are, it seems impossible that you haven't made some plans, even if you threw them into the mental wastebasket for being dumb.

"I'm afraid that if I make plans, they'll be dashed to pieces by something or another." This is true, but you can't go through life worrying that something might go wrong. Yes, you could be planning to marry Lily, and then by accidentally calling her a Mudblood like you do with the rest of the school, you make it so she marries James instead. But you can't live in fear of doing something like that, or you obviously will, because you are giving karma ideas.

"If I only have ideas, I can't be too disappointed." Complete and utter LIE. I get ideas all the time, and then am completely disappointed that it can't really ever possibly happen.

Go ahead and make plans, Sevvie. Try to accomplish them, and don't worry too much if they fail.

Sirius

Sirius,

Remind me to mail you something cursed. By the way, you make a terrible psychologist. I don't think that anything you did helped me at all. If anything, I'm more worried.

Severus

Sev,

What's a psychologist?

If you're more worried, then I'm either failing or you're failing to take my advice.

Sirius

Sirius,

Both, likely. A psychologist is a type of Muggle healer. You talk to them about your problems (like extreme shyness, not like Snorfpox) and then they tell you exactly what your problem is and usually how to fix it, whether it be by signing up for the school talent show or taking a bunch of medicines that don't actually work.

Severus

Sev,

What is it with Muggles and useless professions? I think all of them are paranoid, if they think that something like shyness is worth medicine!

Sirius

Sirius,

Some people do think that things (like shyness and the need to have a room so clean you can eat off it) are diseases just like cancer. And diseases need medicine. Also, Muggle healers want to make lots of money, so they prescribe lots of useless medications and make up random diseases with strange names so people think they are real.

Severus

Sev,

These kinds of people are idiots if they do all that for money. Risking people's health for wealth? That's lunacy!

In other news, James has been trying to get me to tell him who my pen friend is. He has been trying all sorts of spells to get the papers to read something other than blank to him. He's got Remus in the library, trying to find possible spells, though he hasn't said what it's for. If we actually do find something like this, we're going to create something special that only we can read.

Sirius


And to all you awesome folks reading this, I thank you.

"I fear it is near the end, my friend." But hopefully not for a few more chapters. You may be surprised, or you may not, about what may soon take place.