I suppose it's old hat for most of you. How do you cope when a friend of yours graduates? Do you cope? Do you sweep it under a carpet and pretend, carry on, look to the next flood or port or whatever else will be coming along to bugger with you?

[He still isn't ready to discuss his other self, not over the network. He thinks about it constantly; ( Read more... )

[He is so not even remotely ready to deal with this. But he can't put off the apology he needs to make, so he's going to do that much. And then probably crawl into his cabin and never come out.]

[Private to Olive]I am so, so, so sorry. I know that doesn't make it better. That obviously wasn't me, and I would never use that curse on anyone, much ( Read more... )

[The video feed begins. It's obvious that someone else is holding the communicator. Sirius is sitting in a wingback arm chair, dressed in expensive robes, his hands folded neatly on his lap.]

Good evening, Barge. A small announcement. I'm graduating.

[A thin, tight-lipped smile, a far cry from the thousand-watt grin the real Sirius would have ( Read more... )

[Anyone on the receiving end of this video message gets a grinning, happy Sirius.]

[Private to Remus]

The Admiral said yes.

[Private to Persephone]Remember my best mate, the dead one? The one I was reading those books for? I had my Warden ask if I can bring him and his wife back from the dead if I don't bugger with timelines or Harry's ( Read more... )

[Private to Hoffman]

So, I've never spoken to you before, but my name is Sirius Black. Your new Warden is a dear friend of mine. Play nice and do what he tells you to do. He's a good man and he'll do right by you if you let him.

Bugger with him, and you'll answer to me.

[Backdated to before the start of the flood, a day after his last entry.]

[Private to John]

Can we talk? I need you to ask the Admiral a question for me.

[Filtered away from Snape]

[Video feed reveals a hand holding a framed, moving photograph of three young boys dressed in their Hogwarts uniforms, smiling and laughing. James and Sirius are making faces at the camera, each trying to outdo the other. Remus looks bemused. A fourth boy has been burned out of the photograph.]I rely too much on my ( Read more... )

[The video feed clicks on. At first, there's nothing to be seen but a fireplace and a purple fur rug. A few seconds later, an enormous black dog walks into the shot.]If you need let out of your rooms, tell me where you are. I can come and help you. Alright ( Read more... )

I think I'll skip the next dinosaur port ( Read more... )

I was going to give a written post a go, but I have completely forgotten how to use a quill. All I managed to do was upset the ink pot ( Read more... )