A letter and a preface to Sirius, 13 June 1977.
Dear Captain Black,
Preface:
I never preface letters, anymore, really, I mean, not much, but I only meant that girls are the ones usually in dislike of nicknames unless you're the one giving them...well...other things. That being said...
Dear Captain,
I don't bloody well care how warm it is in Surrey, but yes, you should be wearing a cloak or some sort of insulation if you choose to sit on rooftops to reply. I mean, indulge me, at least a little? You could even just throw on an extra sweater and I think I might feel OK about you sitting on Prongs's roof. But...at the moment, I can't. And for awhile, probably won't.
Your reaction to Prongs coming into his own intrigues, really, it does. It's something I didn't expect from you - I expected you to, well, I expected you to latch onto his ankles until the wedding day. I mean, not in a pathetic way, or anything, but you know...just...I didn't expect you to be so lenient with James Prongs. And on that note, while I am still entirely pleased with your reaction, I'm a little surprised - though rather giddy, mind you - that you're being so lenient in my "maiden cartographer's voyage," especially, considering, well, that it's going to be a considerable amount of work, and that, well, I haven't even really gone into detail, only sent you that little snippet of Hogwarts, which wasn't really a snippet or a thesis but more of a topic.
Do you think it will ever be time for me to move on from you? I'm not exactly just bringing you along simply for the risk factor to increase, really, that's not all. I mean, you're "brilliantly handsome head" must be in on this somehow, and despite the fact that increasing the risk factor is one of your more prominent personal qualities, it's one that's always exasparated me. You should know this. You pointed it out any way - that one of our most enjoyable activities, as far as you are concerned, is you bothering me.
As far as a time frame, I want...I want this done before December. I want us to have a semester of enjoying it. I know that sounds odd for me to say this, but I think between the four of us, we can do this. There's no doubt in my mind; if there was, anymore, I would never have even brought this up to you. I'm ... I'm giddy and excited and completely head over heels in love with this idea. So maybe by now you are all thinking that there's something wrong with the other parts. And yes, this will help loads, so many loads we won't be able to handle it all. Why we haven't...why I hadn't...I'm kicking myself that this is our seventh year and not our fourth or something.
And Padfoot, the Marauders? Are you really nutters? But you're very correct, the parchment can't simply be called the "Maiden Cartographer's Map to Hogwarts". That's a very me thing to call it...but you're right. No one would want to use it after that.
We must meet up. Now, now we must. Let me know when Lily is gone and I'll try to get a visit in.
From the First Mate of the Marauder's Maiden Voyage,
-Moony
P.S. Cute? Cute how? Cute as in...first year girl or as in first year innocent boy doodling in his History of Magic notes?
P.S.S. Heard from Wormtail. He's in. Of course he's in.
Preface:
I never preface letters, anymore, really, I mean, not much, but I only meant that girls are the ones usually in dislike of nicknames unless you're the one giving them...well...other things. That being said...
Dear Captain,
I don't bloody well care how warm it is in Surrey, but yes, you should be wearing a cloak or some sort of insulation if you choose to sit on rooftops to reply. I mean, indulge me, at least a little? You could even just throw on an extra sweater and I think I might feel OK about you sitting on Prongs's roof. But...at the moment, I can't. And for awhile, probably won't.
Your reaction to Prongs coming into his own intrigues, really, it does. It's something I didn't expect from you - I expected you to, well, I expected you to latch onto his ankles until the wedding day. I mean, not in a pathetic way, or anything, but you know...just...I didn't expect you to be so lenient with James Prongs. And on that note, while I am still entirely pleased with your reaction, I'm a little surprised - though rather giddy, mind you - that you're being so lenient in my "maiden cartographer's voyage," especially, considering, well, that it's going to be a considerable amount of work, and that, well, I haven't even really gone into detail, only sent you that little snippet of Hogwarts, which wasn't really a snippet or a thesis but more of a topic.
Do you think it will ever be time for me to move on from you? I'm not exactly just bringing you along simply for the risk factor to increase, really, that's not all. I mean, you're "brilliantly handsome head" must be in on this somehow, and despite the fact that increasing the risk factor is one of your more prominent personal qualities, it's one that's always exasparated me. You should know this. You pointed it out any way - that one of our most enjoyable activities, as far as you are concerned, is you bothering me.
As far as a time frame, I want...I want this done before December. I want us to have a semester of enjoying it. I know that sounds odd for me to say this, but I think between the four of us, we can do this. There's no doubt in my mind; if there was, anymore, I would never have even brought this up to you. I'm ... I'm giddy and excited and completely head over heels in love with this idea. So maybe by now you are all thinking that there's something wrong with the other parts. And yes, this will help loads, so many loads we won't be able to handle it all. Why we haven't...why I hadn't...I'm kicking myself that this is our seventh year and not our fourth or something.
And Padfoot, the Marauders? Are you really nutters? But you're very correct, the parchment can't simply be called the "Maiden Cartographer's Map to Hogwarts". That's a very me thing to call it...but you're right. No one would want to use it after that.
We must meet up. Now, now we must. Let me know when Lily is gone and I'll try to get a visit in.
From the First Mate of the Marauder's Maiden Voyage,
-Moony
P.S. Cute? Cute how? Cute as in...first year girl or as in first year innocent boy doodling in his History of Magic notes?
P.S.S. Heard from Wormtail. He's in. Of course he's in.