A/N: Sorry I posted this then deleted it. I realized a mistake right after I uploaded and ffn doesn't let you edit chapters, at least to my knowledge. If there is a way to change chapters without deleting them, please tell me, but for now sorry for the inconvenience.
Dear Sirius Black,
I am now exactly the same age you were when you were arrested for murder. What am I doing, you may wonder? Well, today was my first day of my new job. What's my new job, you ask? I am a waiter. I spent my 22nd birthday being trained to wait tables. Not as exciting as your's, I know, but I did get to see a guy spit in someone's soup because they were mean to a waitress, so at least there were some good things happening.
I'm hoping that my charming personal and ravishing good looks will result in me getting plenty of tips, but realistically I'm probably not gonna get much. Still, extra money is extra money. Well, this is going entirely to keeping me alive so I don't think it's really extra money but money is money.
I went and saw my dad last week. You know how my relationship with my dad is, but I felt I should see him. We're both the only family we've got left. It was awkward, honestly, but that was mostly on account of me knocking on his door when he didn't expect me to come over. And obviously the fact I haven't seen him since mam's funeral didn't help. Honestly, with how often we moved when I was a kid I was half expecting that he wasn't going to be there when I showed up, but since he doesn't live with a werewolf anymore he doesn't have to move whenever anyone gets suspicious of what his son does every full moon. He asked about you. Saw you in the paper and recognized you. Asked how I was doing now that my roommate's in prison. I wonder if I should've told him that we were dating. Not at that moment in particular, just in general. Mam knew. We used to talk about you all the time. She adored you, wanted to see us get married one day. I'd remind her that even if we wanted to, we couldn't get married, and she'd say she didn't care if she had to wait 50 years, she was going to see us get married. Imagine the world in 50 years. 2032. They'll probably have some science fiction shit by then. Maybe muggles will figure out how to do some stuff we do with magic. You know that mirror you had where you could talk to James with it? Imagine if you could do that on a computer or something. Like they do in science fiction movies sometimes, with those huge screens, but on a smaller screen so more people can do it more often. I mean, a big videocommunication device seems like a lot to set up, it'd be cool to be able to just sit down and talk to anyone you need to. I think that muggles could do that.
Okay, big chunk of words there. I'm gonna listen to some music and go to bed. I have work tomorrow. Don't worry, I've celebrated my birthday. I bought an ice cream after work today so I got my birthday celebration activity done.
Remus