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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. ]

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Yes, hello, I'm sure you're having a fun time texting each other, but please stop if they're only smilies, it's irritating to hear these weird little HEHs from Sirius as I'm reading.

[When Sirius gets back...

Well, he owes it to James, to go and see him. Right? A written out message would hardly suffice; a conversation over these devices would seem stupid and cowardly--would be stupid and cowardly, really, and Sirius is not a coward. Not even when it comes to facing down the reality of a future he would rather not face, not even when it comes to thinking about a world without James. It was never easy, but when James wasn't here, he could at least put it out of his mind. He missed James already, being aboard this ship--knowing the future only meant that he missed him more in advance--

But now James is here, and the future that Harry has told them about seems disturbingly close. It's only a few years, isn't it? Somehow in a few years, James and Lily will be married and dead, and Sirius will be in Azkaban, and Peter will have betrayed them and Remus will be alone, thinking half his friends dead and believing the worst of Sirius--

It makes him want to vomit just thinking about it, an instinct that he suppresses by getting angry, by lashing out at whatever happens to be at hand. And James knows now, and Sirius has to go and see him, because he's James' best mate, because he owes it to him, because he has to explain why he didn't tell James.

He could put it off, but he doesn't; he goes straight to James' room (a path he's already memorised), and he knocks. It feels weirdly formal, he ought to just go in, right--but he waits, a muscle working in his jaw and his hands shoved into his pockets. If he looks grim, it's only because he's trying to, so nothing else bleeds through.]

James, I need your help, but you can't tell anyone, and you can't make fun of me.

PIRATES!

so. load of wankers on this ship eh?

We need to have a talk. In person.

[It's stupid, to send this. It's stupid to write when it doesn't matter, when he's looked and looked and now he can't look any longer, there's nowhere else to look, and all he can do is sort of-- distract himself, to keep from going mental. And he still looks, anyways, he still goes off--sometimes with Remus, sometimes without him--and walks the corridors, even going to the more dangerous bits of the ship, the bits where it's dark.

But he'd know if James were gone. He'd just know. It sounds weird, but he would, and he holds to that, because he hasn't got anything else, and he avoids Lily, and Harry--Merlin, especially Harry--and he purposefully doesn't bring it up with Remus, because-- he doesn't get scared. This isn't scared. This is nothing at all, and that's worse.

And all of that translates into a single line:]

when you get back i am going to kill you

Gallant Ser James,
Forgive my boldness, but I have not yet seen you since my arrival and wish to, truly.
The Lady Lily called after you not long ago, fretting, though she hid it well, and I now do the same.
It seems you are neither here nor there, so where are you?
Somewhere better, I hope.

Margaery.

Glad to hear you're back and okay.

[BACKDATED to like over a week ago so that explains the cheerfulness ok]

prongs
if a girl were to slag me off and call me sleazy you would defend me

right
you wouldnt say OH ALL GIRLS SLAG YOU OFF SIRIUS
right

tell me you would
i am fast losing faith in mankind/friendship

[He doesn't bother with texts or voices or videos; when there's trouble, you have to go in person. Unannounced, perhaps, but whne have they ever announced themselves before? He slips into James' room, mouth drawn, eyes dark with worry.]

What's going on? Since when has Sirius gone to some girl for help and not you?

I know that none of you want to hear about what's coming, and I can't blame you for that, but I spoke to Peter.

[His words are clipped.]

[ ring, ring, Mr. Potter ]

James?

[Remus' voice sounds horribly shaky.]

Where are you?

have you talked to moony

Ser James,
I'm afraid I'll be out of touch for a time.
Do try to stay out of trouble.
I should like to see you well when I return.
♥

Adventure time?

JAMES

JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES

PRONGS PRONGS PRONGS

SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Here's a nice little message! She opens up with a sleepy wave, then rests her chin on her hand.]

A favor for a favor. Have you slept at all?

Hullo, James. I've a friend that's recently been stuck in a body shape that's not his own and I was wondering, if you, as an animagus, would be willing to share what you know. Give a little advice, maybe?

If not, I understand and I hope you're doing well.

Remus is here. He's been reset or from an earlier time. He doesn't remember this place.

[James is probably right where Sirius left him: in the room he shares with Remus (still shares with Remus, no matter when Remus is from or what he's forgotten). Obviously losing Lily has been hard on him, and Peter as well, and the confusing return (?) of Remus only adds to that, leaving James-- not himself. Which worries Sirius, which he covers up for by being louder than usual, and being Padfoot half the time, draping himself on James and doing tricks and so on and so forth--

But other, more drastic action might prove to be necessary here.]

lets DO something

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voice; THIS IS HAPPENING