[mirror, encrypted to Sirius]

[thelionharted]

[James is slouched out in the hallway of the Xavier Institute, though it's probably hard to tell on the mirror.]

Oi, Pads, where are you? I'm bored to bloody death in English without you and who cares about Julius Cesar anyway, sodding old Roman bloke.

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[purmoncul]

[It takes a few more moments of prodding before Sirius responds. It's dim, wherever he is, and it's clear he was asleep.]

Shu'p 'bout Julius Cesar, you phil'stine prig. Julius Cesar's twice the man we are. We collect'vely are. And he's dead.

Why're you in English? You're not in English, you're'n a hallway. 'S no class in hallways, James. Moony *YAAAAAWN* doesn't let us....

Zzzzz.

[thelionharted]

I am on an extended bathroom break, for your information. [He'll be shining his wand at the mirror now, because wake up, dammit!] Where are you?

[purmoncul]

[Sirius flinches and puts the mirror face-down on his chest, which lends a muffled, rumbly quality to his reply.]

I am in a land made entirely out of hate for you. You and your wand.

[A beat, and then the rest of Sirius's brain wakes up and thinks about something beyond the fact that he is in a dark, comfortable place and James is talking to him. He picks the Mirror back up and holds it over his head. He seems to have been having his little kip on a wooden bench or...a pew?]

Wait, you're at school? Oh bugger me what time is it?!

[thelionharted]

Eleven-thirty in the morning, Mr. I-Have-a-Pocketwatch.