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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. ]
voice; DAD PLEASE I LOVE HIM
voice; NOT WITHOUT MY APPROVAL YOU DON'T
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[He hums softly as he tries to think.]
That's about it . . . I don't think there's anything else that goes on around here. Although I was thinking-- we should try and recreate the map here. For the ship, I mean. It'd be a good deal harder, seeing as we don't know all of the ship, but-- well, it could be useful.
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Think we could find some parchment around here to tie the spells to?
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Not enough studying to keep you busy?
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[ A beat, and then a laugh. ]
Okay, maybe a bit.