Owl Post meme, out of schedule

[madam_rosmerta]

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. Post your characters, name, and preferences in the title area. You can include a generic starter if you want, or just post a blank. Anything goes. 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.

Comments

[impulsivecontrol]

[ A likely story from the guilty party. ]

don't you dare. that would necessitate me coming back from the dead and challenging one of my best mates to a duel, and clearly i would have to win. then i'd be on everyone's shite list because i took prongs out for a record. but it's a bloody brilliant record, innit?

look at you, you instigator. how do you even live with yourself, knowing all the drama you've nearly created with your teasing.

[ Just wait, he's only getting warmed up, here. ]

a muggle book, then? alright.

[ Watch out, mate, there's another note bouncing your way. ]

see, that wasn't dreadfully boring. your request for chocolate, on the other hand...

[siriusno]

[This time, Sirius' last note comes back to him with a quick scrawl at the bottom:]

What's wrong with chocolate?

[Then another note follows, hitting him square in the back of the head once again.]

And I do -not- cause drama, nor am I a tease. You're simply too sensitive for your own good.

[impulsivecontrol]

normally? nothing. asking for it as a christmas present? everything.

sensitive, he says!!! you're the hugest tease of all the teases. i'll write a song about you, one of these days, charting how merciless you are.
can i have my present early?

[ Furious scrawling. Then he's leaning back on his chair's hindlegs, resting his poor, abused head on Remus' desk. Binns won't even notice he's not paying attention, let alone giving a certain someone the puppy dog eyes. ]

[siriusno]

[He's also perfected the art of the eyeroll. A fresh sheet of parchment slides into Sirius' lap before he's even passed the first.]

I can see what you're writing, you know.

And no, you're not getting anything early. That would entirely defeat the point of a -Christmas- present.

[impulsivecontrol]

[ Puppy eyes intensifying. Marvel the way he scribbles, Remus, using his palm as the surface. Which, of course, means his writing becomes ten times more horrendous. ]

brilliant, read my mind next.

what if we called it a pre-christmas present? a warmup to the real event.
i'll get you chocolates and a book, because you asked for both.

[siriusno]

[Remus sighs, floating the parchment piece back to his desk so that he can write another note on it. Most responsible Prefect ever.]

I can't afford to get you more than one gift, Pads, and if I give you the album early, then you won't have anything on Christmas.

[impulsivecontrol]

[ Sirius is quick to sit back upright and hunch over a clean piece of parchment. More furious scribbles. Then the sound of scratching what he's written out. Then, he's crumbling what he has written up and starting fresh. ]

fine fine, leave me suffering for ages, moony, we'll go the traditional route
hum me a song? it'll tide me over and ease my sufferings
you wouldn't want your best mate to be tortured thusly, would you?

[ Leaning back in his chair, head resting back on the lip of Remus' chair, puppy dog eyes is a go. ]

[siriusno]

[Remus aims a look of fond exasperation down at Sirius, tugging absently at a piece of black hair that's fallen over the parchment he's trying to write on.]

Later. I'm not subjecting the entire class to my tone deafness.

chair = desk, sheesh my wording tonight is horrendous

[impulsivecontrol]

tone deaf my arse

[ Still, he's grinning up at Remus, looking far too happy with this turn in the conversation. He eats the attention from a certain werewolf up, alright. ]

your voice is bloody brilliant, moony. you'd bring them to tears. the good kind. not the bad kind you're implying.

lol no worries my brain filled in desk anyway I didn't even notice XD

[siriusno]

[Remus will never understand how someone so vibrant and full of life can crave his attention when there are so many more exciting people he could be friends with. Not that he's complaining, mind you.]

If you say so. I'm not spoiling any of the best songs, though. Trust me, it's worth the wait.

OKAY COOL lmao

[impulsivecontrol]

[ Because he's Remus, of course. It's really quite that simple. At least it is in his mind, anyway. Sirius'd walk over hot coals for him. Or learn how to transform into a big, furry dog for that time of the month. ]

wouldn't expect you to. give me the most lackluster one from the album. i'm sure it'll still be amazing.
what if it becomes my favorite? what does that say about our taste?

my brain's super fuzzy tonight anyway I'm making all kinds of derps

[siriusno]

[Remus smirks down at him, pushing himself up so that he can reach over to write on one of the parchments propped in Sirius' lap. His arm drapes over one shoulder, chin resting on the other, some of Sirius' hair tickling his cheek.

He's glad they're in the back of the classroom today.]

No one ever claimed you have good taste.

/hi5, i'm totally missing them all as well, until after the fact

[impulsivecontrol]

[ He doesn't expect Remus to lean in so close--especially not in class. For one, brief second, his eyes widen and he doesn't dare to move. Then he's huffing a quiet laugh, and lightly bumping his head against Remus'. ]

no, no, i don't have good taste, i have amazing taste.

[ Underlined three times. Big deal, Remus, big deal. He's also looking rather pointedly at you, as if to say: 'case in point.' ]

[siriusno]

[He gives Sirius a sidelong glance, raising a brow archly before pulling back. There's nothing left to say to that, so he returns to his note taking, wondering idly if Bins has even noticed that the two of them obviously haven't been paying attention for the past half an hour.]