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24 March 2008 @ 03:22 pm
Sirius - stop wiggling.
Current Location: church
26 February 2008 @ 10:38 pm
~Walburga looks up at Sirius darkly when he enters the dining room. He's dressed in jeans and a Stubby Boardman t-shirt. This is not proper attire.~

What are you wearing?
Current Mood: angryangry
25 January 2008 @ 09:18 pm
*strides into Regulus' room without knocking*

Get your gladrags on. We're going out.
Current Mood: boredbored
23 January 2008 @ 02:17 am
~Sirius awakes smiling. He had the most amazing dream last night. Involving Mozart. And Great Sex. But not sex with Mozart. Sex with someone that isn't allowed, but isn't dead. Sirius stretches and rolls onto his side--~


*falls out of bed in fright*
Current Location: bedroom
Current Mood: shockedshocked
05 January 2008 @ 10:54 pm
*drags Regulus up to the attic*
Current Location: 12 Grimmauld Place
01 January 2008 @ 09:23 pm
~Lily is sitting in her room, staring down at the page of her diary in which she had written, "I, Lily Marianne Evans, fancy the trousers off of James Potter."  She's tentative, not to mention confused, and still a bit shell-shocked from James' gentlemanly behaviour at their rather appalling first date.  After escaping the scenes of Horse Molestation, James had walked her home and kissed her on the cheek with a rather silly smile that Lily was certain he hadn't realised he was wearing. 

"Oh bugger it all!" she muttered, reaching for a sheet of parchment.~

Dear James,

Given that I have proven rather appalling taste in cinema, I suggest we rectify the situation. 

You pick the movie, or perhaps an alternative option in places to go.  We could go for a walk, or something, if you like, given that it is rather cold out for a picnic. 

Happy New Year,

Current Mood: accomplished
31 December 2007 @ 08:49 pm
~The Black Family New Years Eve Party is going abysmally - as far as Sirius is concerned. He's been yelled at by Father in his office for asking Bellatrix whether she came to the party as a harlot when it isn't even fancy dress. He storms out of the house and sits on a bench outside. It's five minutes until midnight.~
Current Mood: coldcold
30 December 2007 @ 11:34 pm
~Lily throws open the door dramatically, leaning against the frame so as to keep James from entering the house.  A myriad of conflicting emotions run through her regards her sentiments towards James Potter.  But she remains calm and collected--at least on the outside. 

Internally she's simultaneously demanding that she snog him for being so adorable and hit him for being an obnoxious arse. 

James is lucky she hasn't given up and decided to do both.~

Hullo, Potter.
28 December 2007 @ 04:30 pm

There is a madman running about disguised as James Potter, and I have gained knowledge that said criminal lunatic intends to inhabit your area in the very immediate future.  This criminal is highly dangerous and annoying. 

If he is found in your vicinity, a sound beating with a large bundle of sticks is highly recommended. 


Lily Evans
Current Mood: amusedamused
27 December 2007 @ 04:38 pm
James Potter
God Only Knows Where

Dear James--and I assume Sirius as well,

Thank you very much for leaving your stunning gift on my front porch the night before last.  I assume that the strange blend of "absurd prank" and "love letter" is the sort of thing conceived of only in the drunken ramblings between yourself and your merry band of twits (Sirius).  Never have I seen a flaming bag of dog poo spell out "MARRY ME, LILY" when my father made the slight tactical error of opening the door. 

I'm not going to ask how you found out where I live--although I will pray for severe brain damage that you might forget said knowledge--and instead will simply add the following:


Thank you,

Lily Evans
Current Location: Surrey
Current Mood: irritatedirritated