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What's this? Why'd you call it- no, Sirius, stop I-
[ there's a pause, sounds of a struggle and what could probably pass as a triumphant laugh. ]
Right! Name's James Potter. 'pparently you can leave things here for me to read later? Brilliant.
Uh, what am I even supposed to say?
Wait, no, this is my bloody-
[ and the feed is cut off. blame sirius. ]
no subject
2. I accept, but do you really think this is a possible mission for you? I shudder to think of the danger you may face on my behalf.
3. wait is that who that lady was from the network? is that why I'm supposed to like her despite not actually knowing anything about her?