three_broomsticks | Owl Post meme, a bit late, sorry sorry.

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.

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[ do you feel that chill in the air? the feeling of dread creeping up your spine?

he's nearly there... ]

but do you know when i'll be there? are you looking over your shoulder right now? you should be paranoid, midget.

[He IS paranoid now, he IS looking over his shoulder right now, and hating every moment of it, thanks big bro you're the worst]

Isn't there someone else your lot should be persecuting? Hasn't Severus Snape done anything to annoy you lately, I saw him breathing and existing in a corner just this morning.

[ mission accomplished. why, he might as well wipe his hands clean and call it a day. ]

snivellus'll get what's coming to him.

[ the message will cut off with that. but a few moments later, there'll be a body ramming into yours, reggie, and a wet finger being crammed into your ear. nice and sloppy with spit. oh, and don't forget the bellowed warcry: ]

NINJA!

[He is, of course, in the middle of writing a reply, which is exactly where Sirius wants him because as paranoid as he is, it isn't paranoid ENOUGH. There's an unholy screech as Regulus hits the ground and tries, uselessly, to squirm away from the HORRIBLE FINGER.

He isn't above scratching, or punching, or even biting, but Sirius is an expert at pinning down helpless unsuspecting little brothers and he can't get the leverage to do anything but yell.]

Sirius, you utter utter bastard, get off me, you're disgusting!

[ A bark of laughter echoes throughout the room as Sirius presses all his weight against his little brother. Oh, want that spit covered finger wiggling? It does. It wiggles and wiggles, all wet and spitty like, until he can't shove it in any further. ]

Whazzat? Can't hear you over your nasty serpent-like vitriol. What would mother and father say to the words coming out of their baby boy's mouth? So unfit for one from the noble house of Black!

[ More weight pressing down. ]

Tell me what I came for, you booger!

[DISGUSTING who RAISED you why are you LIKE this?? There's a lot of thrashing, Sirius, are you ready for this level of thrashing? Are you ready for this VOLUME of YELLING?]

Never, you horrible scab!

[There's kicking now, and he's saving his breath for fighting, he might be making progress at getting an arm free that he can use to start trying to punch at his brother's stupid face.]

[ The Black household did, dontchaknow!? He is so ready for the unholy screeching and the thrashing, alright. He ate a full breakfast in preparation for this faceoff. ]

Tell me, or your hair gets it, you cum bubble!!

[ Try to punch him. He's already sunk a hand into that pretty Black hair you've got, baby brother. And he'll have no problem with biting any limb that comes too near his face. Chomp chomp! ]

[What about elbows coming near his prettyboy face, how does he feel about those, because Regulus is trying his hardest to jab an elbow into Sirius' eye, or up his nose, or into HIS EAR OR SOMETHING]

Get off me right now, filth, I'm not a part of your stupid Gryffindor stunts and I never will be!

[And on will he heaves and thrashes and gets half-out from beneath the pinning body, not quite free since Sirius is yanking on his HAIR.]

Let my hair go, you CHILD!

Your snake friends teach you that liner? Calling your blood filth? [ He yanks on that pretty hair. Hard. ] 's not a Gryffindor stunt!

[ And hey, excuse you, little brother. Bumping him in the jaw by the elbow, making him see white. Rude. Filth, is he? Ruder. ]

Merlin's saggy balls, there really is a stick shoved up your arse, isn't there?

Isn't—ow! Isn't everything you do a Gryffindor stunt?

[Yes, yes he is, coming in and tackling Regulus in the courtyard, rolling them around on the dirty paving stones, they're attracting a crowd and this is humiliating and Regulus is rapidly losing what little sense of humor he'd had about it.

He's got that hand around Sirius' wrist now, trying to relieve the burning of his hair being pulled, squeezing, let go let go let go]

If there was, I'd take it out just to beat you with it—ow, muggle-fucker, that hurts!

[ Record scratch.

Sirius grows stiff as a board, laughter dying on his lips, the sound of it shattering like glass in the space around them. His wiggling finger drops from Regulus' ear. The hand in soft hair loosens and falls away. ]

What'd you say? [ Deathly quiet.

He's pushing himself up and away, until he's crouched low to the ground and staring at his brother, as if seeing the bloke for the first time. There's something sad in Sirius' gaze, something broken and lost--his brother, his little brother, the one person he adored...--before rage morphs his expression, hardening gray eyes into hard chips of slate. ]

The bloody fuck did you just say? Muggle-fucker?

[At first, Regulus doesn't notice the silence spreading like a pool of ink from a smashed inkwell. He's too concerned with scrambling a few feet away, pushing to his knees, rubbing at his aching and slimy ear, disgusting, and pushing his fingers through his hair, half to fix it and half to make sure it's all still there.

So it takes him a few moments before he hears it, and he slants his brother an angry, irritated look.]

What? [It comes out in a hiss, vile serpent that he is, right?] That hurt, you wanker, stay away from me.

[And yes he is going to push to his feet and start dusting himself off, trying to ignore the whispers around them. Are they done here? Can he go back to writing his Potions essay now?]

[ Not the least bit repentant. He doesn't even know what he's said, does he? Or is he that far gone and brainwashed that they've finally wiped out his brother and replaced him with this?

Sirius is sorely tempted to use magic to make his point, but using magic is just the same as being a Black, and he's not like that lot anymore. The only similarities is the surname.

Which means he's charging at his brother with the goal of tackling him from the middle and straight to the ground. ]

You're the wanker, you little shite!

[Regulus doesn't even have a moment to shout out his brother's name before Sirius' shoulder catches him in the stomach and knocks the breath from him, and he lands hard with Sirius already rearing back to punch him.

He throws an arm up to protect his face as he hits out at Sirius' shoulder.]

What the hell is wrong with you, Sirius, get off me, get off!

[He's already squirming, trying to shove and defend himself and fumbling for his wand, all at once.]

Owl Post meme, a bit late, sorry sorry.

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god i can't even apologize for this thread i'm too busy ugly laughing at it

apologize for NOTHING, MAKE HIM SUFFER

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