Feb 08, 2011 00:56
[Appearing on a communicator near you is one Sirius Black! ...Probably. It's a bit hard to tell, under all the... well it's probably engine grease, but there's a smear of something over one eyebrow and smeared into his hair that's glowing with a gentle pulsing phosphorescence.]
Oi, Trowa. When you get a minute, come by the shop. Want to test a few things out with you, mate.
And you magicking lot, get in here as well! I think James'n I've worked the broom out! Oh, except you, Bella. You can fuck right off, love.
[He gives the camera a 1000-watt beam of a smile, all the brighter for the grease and stubble.]
This thing's been warbling away like a bird, by the by. Am I missing anything important, or is it all new people and romantic difficulties?
† sirius black | padfoot