[OOC: Starts with this conversation between Remus and Sirius.]

Sirius threw his Grimm&Warner to the ground and stalked into Remus' room. "Put it down," he said, dangerously, gesturing to the journal in Remus' hand. "It is my fault. Put it down."

( [Still OOC: Also, it's quite long. Click to read, please.] )

Sirius sighed and stared at the sheet of parchment again. It was all very...cryptic, though that wasn't necessarily surprising. Remus had always been good at cryptic ( Read more... )

Summer is boring. And really bloody hot. All the bloody time. Enough to make a man go madder.

How're you lot?

( Owl to Remus )