SIRIUS BLACK: 20 January, 1976

[trickster_gryff]

 
Andromeda,

Professor McGonagall is writing to Mother and Father about my 'situation'. I don’t know exactly what that means, but I'm sure it isn't good. She caught me after Quidditch practice and had me come to her office for one of those dreadful sorts of Chats. At least she had good biscuits. Usually I can't even imagine what she's going

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[king_kallipygos]

Oh, no, man, I feel for you - one of McG's Chats! I hate them.

*winks*
What situation? Detention?

Not the most suave person in the world, my Kingsley!

[trickster_gryff]

*chuckles quietly*
Yeah. They're a bastard. I don't think anyone in their right mind could actually enjoy that sort of thing.

Erm. *looks uncomfortable* Nah. It's nothing. *rubs the back of his neck* Just some Quidditch stuff, yeah? And I guess she thinks I've been skiving off in lessons or something. Dunno. *shrugs again* Who knows with her, right? *weak smile*

LOL! No. But that's more than ok. :D We do love him anyway. :)

[king_kallipygos]

*nods*

Broads are hard to understand, and a broad who's a professor, too - no way!

She's not threatening to keep you off the team because you're skiving off, is she? Because that's low.

[trickster_gryff]

Yeah. Can't figure her out. Think she's going to yell at you and she doesn't. Think she'll be find and she goes round the bend. *shakes his head*

Nah, nah. Nothing like that. No worries about Quidditch. Merlin. If she did anything like that... Damn. Don't know what I'd do.

[king_kallipygos]

*nods*

I know - can't take Quidditch from a bloke.

[trickster_gryff]

Yeah. That'd be cruel and unusual. Sodding nightmare. *shakes his head*