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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. ]
text;
and after
it's just
actually nevermind
I blame this ship I'm too bored
spending too much time in my room staring up at the ceiling and finding reasons to send you ❤❤❤❤❤s
and reading things on this little book thing but that gets tedious