*howler soars throught the window* SIRIUS FUCKING BLACK I AM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU WITH YOUR OWN BALLS THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU! MY BROTHER IS STAYING AT MY PLACE, YOU GIANTIC PIECE OF STUPID AND HE READ YOUR OWL! I TOLD HIM YOU HAD A DRUG PROBLEM AND THAT YOU HALLUCINATED THE WHOLE THING. NEXT TIME COULD YOU PLEASE BE A LITTLE MORE DISCRETE IN YOUR LETTERS IF YOU'RE GOING TO MENTION THAT!? THANKS. -Marlene *scribbled in tiny handwritting at the foot of the page* Yes, you were.
*Owl chirps with a letter tied to its foot, pecks at the window*
Well good mornin’ to you to, beautiful. Musta not had your coffee yet cuz that howler was gruummmmmmppppyyyyy. Nearly woke up everyone on Moody’s floor. How would I know that you two were having a slumber party? Maybe you should tell the git to get his own mail?
You might be surprised how many times people have told me that I look like I’m on drugs, though I’m not really sure why. He’ll probably believe it, so no harm done, right?
Looking forward to our next “meeting” then ;)
P.s. The owl is shit, she drops everything so best to tie back a reply.