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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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Merlin and I went looking for you together, just so you know. On King Arthur's horse. Prince Arthur, sorry. I couldn't even appreciate the moment as much as I should have because I was too worried about what we would find out there. Yes, worried, there, I'm worried. Obviously.