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[imablackdog]

Farewell, mates. I'm off to another boring few months of wasting away in the old Grimmauld gaol. James, Remus, Peter - you lot had better send me lots of letters. That's how I get through the hols, you know. That and sneaking certain periodicals into my room.

'Course, this summer I've lots of work to do. Work work work.

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[howlsoftly]

1. What kind of work?

2. You're not staying with James again?

3. I don't know how much access to owl post I'll have... Siberia this year, followed by more traipsing about my least favorite bits of South America, and then I don't even know what. But I'll write as much as I can, I promise.

[imablackdog]

1. You know.

2. Technically, I need to ask my parents' permission to visit James, and every year Mum and Dad seem to like the idea less, and try to restrict it more. The crooks! I challenge them to find one legitimate thing against the Potters!

3. Sounds exotic. If you send a letter by some creature other than owl, that would be brilliant. If I'm still at home, please do direct it to my Mum's window. Maybe she will have an attack.

If I'm at the Potters', all will be well either way.

[howlsoftly]

The only exciting magical creatures down there are dugbogs and puffskeins. Well, and Peruvian Vipertooth dragons, but I'm not sure I could convince one of those to deliver a letter for me. Would a non-magical, colorful, obnoxiously loud bird do for you?