three_broomsticks | Owl Post meme, out of schedule

OWL MAIL

Wizards might not text with a mobile phone all that often, but they do have other methods of communication available when it comes to a quick chat with their mates (or enemies) at any hour of the day.

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1. OWL MAIL
This might be a little slow for quicker chats, especially if you're close by, but it's good to give the bird some exercise!

2. FIRE CALL
Just pop your head into that fire and chat away. Probably not recommended for drunken calls.

3. ENCHANTED MIRROR
Those little reflective surfaces that show your friend's face whenever you might need to tell them something. Maybe you can enchant them to connect to any reflective surface around your chosen contact? (Maybe not the bathroom...)

4. HOWLERS
Ever received one? It's supposed to be absolutely horrible.

5. OTHER MAGICAL COMMUNICATION
The ones above are hardly the only way wizards can reach out to each other for a quick chat. Feel free to invent new items or use something like enchanted notebooks that you write in and the other sees the text at their end. You could also use flying letters, talking portraits, or, well, cellphones, if you will.

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[ Dumbledore has been working Remus hard on the Order business. He'd much rather hang out at the Potters too but he's been out on the old man's business for several days. Tonight that business lead to a lot of drinking. Why he's sleeping on his enchanted mirror, he doesn't know. Maybe he had thought to reach out to someone...

In any case, he comes to it with Sirius' voice in his ears and he stirs, looking around in intoxicated confusion. ]

Pads?

[ ooc: doo de doo... we're going to pretend that I didn't goof up the enchanted mirrors bit, shh. ]

Mooney. Looking hairier than I last saw you.

[ Oh yeah, he's 100% back to it, now, no bleariness and half dozing about it. Completely, bonafide awake and tilting his mirror left and right to try and get a better angle of Remus, while he's sprawled on the couch. Which doesn't work, of course. So he gives up and reaches up to scratch at his own stubble. ]

And decidedly more rumpled. I'd say it looks good...

[ Except he figures Remus probably hasn't slept in ages, and he's probably more run down than the rest of him. ]

Sirius, where...?

[ Remus is still confused. He's wiping his face with a weary hand and squints into the twilight of his room. ]

Oh. The mirror. [ Fascinating, isn't it? Watching revelation happen in real time. He scrambles to hold up the mirror to his face level, half of his face still pressed to the mattress. ]

Is everything okay?

You tell me. [ A sigh. The rustling of fabric and cushions as he shifts on the couch. ] You're the one who rang.

[ Good lord, at this rate, he'll need a drink, if only to be on the same level of raggedness. There's something like fondness swimming in his chest as he watches Remus scramble to reorient himself. All bleary-eyed and disheveled (to be fair, he's been in this state for a wee bit of time, now, to which Sirius is more than happy to overlook, so as to avoid the bickering) and oblivious to the world. Rather uncharacteristic of Remus, save for those times right after the moon. ]

Must have missed my face, yeah? It's alright, can't judge you for that, mate. It is handsome.

I... don't remember calling, [ Remus admits softly but then snorts and apparently tries to shrug. If only his body would be willing. It's not. ]

Must have thought about you. And your obnoxiously handsome face.

Is everything alright? [ Sirius and James have been kind of distant lately for some reason. Not that Remus has had the time to think about it much.

He's sleepy and drunk, tired, out of it. The next murmur is soft and distracted: ] Miss you.

Figured, had a right snoring-fest there. Would've put Prongs to shame. [ He grins in response, lopsided, waggling his eyebrows. ] Innit? Knew you couldn't resist forever.

[ The joke flickers from his eyes, briefly, and Sirius is quick to huff and cover that pause up with mindless babbles. ] James' gone batty, Evans gave me a smack when I told her she looked ready to burst, and you're out gallivanting Merlin knows where.

[ The murmured 'miss you' has his thoughts screeching to a halt. Suspicions, dark ugly words Peter's mentioned, distrust, lies, deceit. It drags something too vulnerable and open to the surface, making him fidgety and self-conscious and rolling onto his side, ducking under the blanket as he curls around that piece of mirror, knees bumping the back of the couch in the process. Moony wouldn't. He couldn't. It's the same argument he's had in his head for a while, now. ]

When are you coming home?

[ He can't quite verbalize how he feels, but it's plan on his face and in the way his thumb rubs against the edge of the mirror. ]

[ Remus blinks at the mirror, his whole body feeling heavy and difficult. It's going to be a moon soon. Not that he's exactly sure of the days right now but he can feel it in his bones. ]

Did I wake you up? I'm sorry, Pads.

[ The mention of Lily and James makes him smile, a lopsided, drunken smile. He doesn't really know what's going on back at home but maybe they've been distant because Lily's about to pop with a baby. It must be busy. ]

She's feeling okay, isn't she? You'd tell me if something was wrong. [ It's not a question, a statement. Sirius wouldn't keep these things from him. Not even if they've seemed to drift apart a little bit lately. ]

I don't know, Pads. I don't know. Dumbledore wants me to handle something else, still... [ He yawns, eyes falling half close. ]

Oy, none of that, you twat. Couldn't sleep, is all. [ That's what happens in the wee hours of the morning. Seems like the jokes and the lightheartedness are just a thin veil. Still doesn't stop him from keeping up that grin. ] You know me, too wiggly for my own good and their couch is bumpy and the blanket's itchy which means my feet are cold and it doesn't smell right in here. [ No Remus to sniff. He makes a face. ]

She's a dastardly fiend is what she is, using her belly to get away with unthinkable things no person should ever be able to manage. She had Prongs giving her a foot rub, earlier. Granted, her ankles were swollen just a bit, and maybe she deserved it with the way she was waddling around like some penguin, but a foot rub, Moony.

[ You'd think he's the one who had to do it. ]

Yeah, yeah, 'course I'd tell you. [ Gruffly said. Then, a little quieter: ] More? Merlin's balls, Remus, he's been running you to the ground lately. The bloody hell does he want you doing now?

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