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[toerag]

I've arrived at Ramsaidh Blàr. Mum has finally stopped hugging me (and Sirius, for that matter - I swear, he was starting to look a bit blue before she released him). We have snow here - not a lot, but some. It feels rather Christmasy, actually. Sirius is sulking. I think I'll suggest a snowball fight as an antidote. Or maybe some extreme one-on-

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[grimlyamusing]

I am not sulking.

...do you remember what happened the last time we had a snowball fight?

Yesterday was lousy. And boring. Very boring.

[toerag]

...do you remember what happened the last time we had a snowball fight?

Yes. But your friend Evelyn has given me a nice supply of fireworks for Christmas, so the tables are turned now. Oh, and speaking of her, she asked me to ask you if you wanted to come to her Christmas party.

Yesterday was lousy. And boring. Very boring..

No. Yesterday was grand.

[grimlyamusing]

...

Whatever. We are not having a snowball fight. You always win, anyway, so what's the point in even playing?

'F course I want to come to her Christmas party. Why didn't she just ask me herself? Now I'll have to owl her to find out when it is and everthing... Grr. Bloody miniature women.

Yesterday was grand.

No, Prongs, yesterday was terrible. And so 's today.

[toerag]

Fine, no snowball fight. How about extreme Quidditch?

I think she was scared you'd say no, really. But yes, do owl her and all that. She mentioned the date to me, but since I'm not invited it managed to fall out of my head.

No, Prongs, yesterday was terrible. And so 's today.

Glad to hear you appreciate my company so much.

[theonlysaneone]

Well, at least someone's happy. Happy Christmas by the way.

[toerag]

Thanks. You too, hope yours gets better.

[theonlysaneone]

Bah Humbug.

[readingfields]

Don't be such a perfect picture of Christmas cheer. You'll make everyone jealous.