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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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[heorot]

if I was too charming, it wouldn't matter how dutiful or honorable or even stubborn if you wanted to go that far, you were.
alas, it seems I am no match for you and your duties.
I will just have to pine and keep being charming.
and you happen to be in luck, for I have quite a bit of time just for you.
especially with my mates off having jobs and girlfriends or things to do
it leaves me quite lonely actually :(

[ and that comment makes a slight whistling noise as it flies right over james potter's head ]

and excuse me but what is this nonsense
I thought I was the charming one
where do you get to go and say things like that.
flattering me and all, you'll make me blush.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ james
(well it's a good thing I'm not a lady and can shower you with hearts as much as I want)

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[agenda]

Shall I come to you now, then? I would hate for you to be lonely.

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[heorot]

I could meet you somewhere.
I hate to admit it but my room is hardly suitable for a lady :(

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[agenda]

You know I adore the gardens.

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[heorot]

I'll be waiting for you there
unless you'd like me to come pick you up?