Vomiting Texts

My mum thinks we're deferring the clean up. What makes she thinks so? If I could, I wouldn't even do. I have a bruise on my neck because of that broom, and Sirius's walking with the pocket full of handkerchiefs, sneezing like crazy. When we opened the door, I opened my mother's umbrella to escape from him.

"James?"

I gazed around the umbrella and saw him taking out a bunch of documents and papers from the shelf.

"Just found Uncle Hugo's obituary."

"Be careful with it."

I closed the umbrella to take a good look at it. We found true remains, such like my parents' marriage certificate, and my own birth certificate. I didn't think I was getting traumatized after, until Sirius found old letters my mum and dad exchanged at school and some of my drawings.

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Reasons why I'm sharing such traumatic stuff:

1 – Helps getting over it.

2 – Sirius won't be able to gossip about it if everybody knows.

3 – I want to

4 – Sirius forced me to.

5 – You'll find me really cute as a child.

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"How do we start?" Sirius asked

"Erm… Pictures?"

Sirius pulled up some albums, and when we opened I wide my eyes. My father, really alike me along with his three best friends: Ted, Marty and Lewis. From what I know, Marty was his best friend, Lewis dated one of my mother's friends and Ted was like Remus. Really like him.

Marty, the dark haired one, reminded me Sirius. They were hugging, and on the next photo my mother was with her friends: Katerina, Lisa and Lorraine (who was a Ravenclaw. By the way, she's Lene McKinnon's mum.)

The letters left me completely embarrassed, too.

My dear Martha,

Here in the dormitory, having only the vision of Ted throwing up as Marty and Lewis laughing at him to have a little fun, I can't stop thinking of you. Your hair, brown and beautiful framing those lovely eyes. I'm so alone without your embrace. Good night, dream about the fairies you love so much.

Al

I know, EW. There's more!

Al,

Lisa sends Lewis a kiss and Katerina asks Marty if he has a pair for the ball. I miss you too.

Martha

PS: Tell Marty to stop trying to break in our dormitory. It's useless, and he'll probably break his back.

Yeah, this Marty is Sirius.

Martha, my dear,

Good morning, how are you? Of course Marty didn't hear me, but the nurse said he'll be fine. Oh, he told me to tell Katerina that his time is all hers, and asks her to visit him (fear). I'll be waiting for you at the common room.

Al

"What a jerk." Sirius gazed at Marty. "This Katerina must have problems."

I rolled my eyes. I'm not gonna tell him what I think about someone like him criticizing Marty. I put the letters apart and moved to a colorful file with all my old drawings. (I need a dagger here, urgently.)

The first "drawing" was the same word written many times in paper.

"James."

"Hum?"

"James?"

"What, Padfoot?"

"James."

"SIRIUS."

"I'm not calling you, stupid. I'm reading you 'drawing'"

I told you, didn't I?

"I had just learnt how to write my name!"

"Okay… What about this one?" he showed me another drawing, from when I was about four years old. This means three scribbles named: MAMA, PAPA AND JAMES.

"Oh… No."