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[heorot]

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. ]

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So, naturally, you'll understand why I find myself particularly abashed over the fact that I sent mine out to find you over four days ago and she still hasn't returned.

[ bit of a confession there, but she's hoping to cover her butt with- ]

If you've done something to conceal yourself just to send us all into a state of worry, I'll hex you. You know that, right? There are no number of countercurses that could save you from the sort of terror my wand can rain down on you. And if you've managed to tamper with my Patronus somehow, I can promise you the results will be very similar.

So.

Whenever you'd like to join the rest of us back to the land of the living, that would be marvelous.