A/N: So, fun news, I have auditioned for my school musical. What does this have to do with the fic? Well, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get in which means I will be busy with theatre until April, and in May I'm gonna have a dance show. So I won't have as much fanfiction time, but I'll still try to update as much as I can. But obviously my real life responsibilities are a higher priority than my fandom ones. That being said, thank you for reading. Every reader interaction fills me with joy and I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoy writing it.
Dear Sirius Black,
Nothing's happening, really. I just felt it's been a while since I last wrote. I think I'm gonna get evicted soon. I underestimated how much we relied on your money, and I'm close to the end of our savings. Don't know what I'll do then. I've started looking for a second job because I don't like the idea of being homeless. It doesn't sound like a fun time. I've applied to some places that I would absolutely hate working but I applied just because I need a job.
Maybe I should write something to make my last letter's prediction of the contents of this letter accurate. Part of why I want to stay here is to hold on to the idea of us. We moved in together immediately after graduating. We couldn't spend much time together because of the war, but we made our relationship work. Sometimes I put a record on and grab a book just so I can imagine that it's a regular day and you're still here, playing music while I try to read. Oh yeah, I never updated you on the music situation. I'm mostly good now. Some songs obviously remind me of you guys and it can hurt sometimes to think about how I'll never have you grab me from the wall and force me to dance with you and literally never dancing in a song appropriate way.
Yeah, nothing's happening. I'll write to you on my birthday.
Remus