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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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[prefectly]

Right, of course. I can do that. [ another pause, like she wants to be saying more, but- ] I suppose I should get right to it, then. I'll, erm. I will let you know how it goes.

[heorot]

He's just Peter, you know. You don't have to-

[ james sighs, because this is all kinds of messed up. he doesn't blame her for being a little jumpy about the whole ordeal, but after seeing peter... ]

You don't have to...he's probably going to be too nervous to talk to you.