Owl Post meme, a bit late, sorry sorry.

[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

[yessiriusly]

Remus,

Prongs might but only because Lily will kill him, and if that's the case she's certain to turn her fury onto me. I'm trying to protect you, it's out of love.

He chose this himself, just remember that. Marriage is a part of a system that I plan on having no part of, he's chosen his own fate and now he has to deal with the consequences of that. I certainly can't be holding his hand his entire life now, can I? I'll be saying the same about you if you decide to help them. Remember you've chosen your path.

Remus, let me rephrase my question then; I'm getting you a dancer, which type would you prefer or would you rather be surprised? I'm not sure where you misread me in thinking you have a choice in the matter but I though it best to clarify.

I'll certainly make sure that you can have a proper smoke though, don't worry.

Completely in control,
Pads

P.S: Although I can't see a situation in which I would die as a dog, I am both disturbed and touched in knowing that you would want to fill me with cotton and keep me to hold your coasters and ashtrays. You have permission as long as you brush me.

[pupper]

Padfoot,

Well, if Lily kills him I'm sure he'll have done something to deserve it. I'm not entirely sure that I believe your reasoning, but I'll skeptically thank you for it nonetheless.

Anything that may or may not happen to me if I choose to offer a hand is on my head, I know, but Lily is much quicker to forgive me than she is either of you, so you can be sure I'll use it to my advantage. Really, though? You've never considered marriage?

Outwardly refusing won't get me anywhere, will it? You'll do it no matter what I say. I have no preference to gender, Pads, but if you embarrass me I hope you know that my vengeance will strike hard, and when you're least expecting it. Prodding sleeping dragons, and all that. Or wolves, perhaps, in this case. Besides, it's not my stag party, why am I getting a dancer? How is this happening? I'm a good person, what have I done to deserve this?

Begrudgingly prepared to clean up your mess,
Remus

P.S. And my feet as well, don't forget. You'll keep me company those long nights I'm awake reading or writing, sturdy and strong but soft enough to rest my ankles on. You won't get nearly as dirty or tangled when you're playing footrest, but I'll be sure to keep you brushed anyway, if only for nostalgia, and to honor your wishes.

[yessiriusly]

Moony,

I always knew that you used Lily's preference for you to your advantage and I find it both insulting and impressive. Does she know you're just as bad as we are or have you truly managed to convince her that you're different than your good friends?

You already know the answer to that so I don't know why you're asking. That's perfect though, I'll get you a nice bloke, maybe a blonde. I don't fear the vengeance of others, you should know this by now. Give me your worst, but know that you're retaliating to something that your friend thought you would genuinely enjoy. Bit heartless of you, really. And everybody gets a dancer, Remus, don't be foolish, I'm in charge of the entire party. Me. This isn't amateur hour.

Quite capable thank you very much,
Sirius

P.S. I'll be long gone so you could use me for whatever you wish, Moony. Just know that if you disrespect my mane I'll haunt your arse.

[pupper]

Pads,

I think in her heart of hearts she knows how truly devious I am, but perhaps she respects my outward politeness enough to let it go. I'm quiet and accommodating enough that she's lulled into a false sense of security, but I in no way think that she truly believes it. Still, it works in my favor regardless.

Wasting my breath (or my ink, that is) on blind hope, I suppose. And I in no way believe that you can even kid about attempting to bring me genuine enjoyment when I have literally told you, quill to parchment, that no, I want no unscrupulous dancers in my space. But still you hound me, relentlessly, when I have done nothing ever to deserve it. I don't know why I put up with this. I suppose because you're cute, sometimes, with those puppy dog eyes.

Not doubting your capability, only your judgment,
Your Suffering Moony

P.S. I'd never disrespect your mane. I'm offended that you would even suggest such a thing.

[yessiriusly]

Moony,

There's only one problem with that theory, and it's that I'm just as outwardly polite as you are. Perhaps even more so, and yet she hit me over the head with a rolled up copy of the Daily just last week. There's no winning with that one.

Remus, my heart feels like it is being torn into pieces knowing that you have so little faith in me. I find it fair to say that I know you and I would never do anything that I thought you'd find unpleasant, especially on a day as important as James' Stag Party. Perhaps I plan on dragging us all to the ballet, or getting you a dancer that performs a visual interpretation of your favorite book. You truly think the worst of me. Finally, how dare you. I am charming (not cute), at a minimum, at all times. The eyes are an added bonus for special occasion.

Realizing I was never loved by you at all,
A Heartbroken Padfoot

P.S. If you know the importance of respecting it then you know the importance of me warning you to do so, if only to cover my bases.

[pupper]

Poor, abused Padfoot,

And yet, it is you who gets beaten with the paper and not I, so there must be a flaw in your logic. I think you're just upset that there's someone in this world who may perhaps like me better than they like you. Or at least pretends to.

I don't think the worst of you, I only think of you, my dear, terribly annoying, but endlessly entertaining friend. You can't pull me along on this guilt trip, I am immune to your crocodile tears. Also, I do hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you are indeed quite cute. Cute is just about what dogs are best at, you realize, unless you really want to count the drooling and the producing of unpleasant smells. You are charming only sometimes.

Not in any way falling for your sad proclamations,
Your dearest Moony

P.S. No, I'm rather cross with you to be honest, for even so much as entertaining the idea that I might disrespect it. And here you are saying I think the worst of you. If you can't trust me with your mane, how could you trust me with anything at all?

[yessiriusly]

Cruel, callous Moony,

I think it's quite safe to say that there are several people who like you better than they like me, and the enjoyment you get out of rubbing said fact in my face is heartless. Also, you cheated.

Well then, if that's how you feel then perhaps I will get you an inappropriate dancer after all, since it is what you'll be expecting no matter what I say. Remember that you've done this to yourself, though. Certainly not my fault. I've never smelled unpleasant in my life, how could you even suggest such a thing? And yes, fine. I will accept cute, but keep it between us. I have a reputation, after all.

Your poor, abused, abandoned friend,
Sirius

P.S. You happily talk about stuffing my corpse after my death to use for a footrest but when I ask it to be properly maintained you are the one who gets cross?

How much chocolate have you been eating?

[pupper]

My sensitive, tender-hearted Sirius,

You know, I don't think I've ever paid proper due to your incredible ability to flit back and forth between arrogance and humility. I'm not sure I'd say several, you've always been terribly likable and you know it, Sirius Black. How have I cheated? Because I lied about it?

Oh no, I'm so very surprised. Thunderstruck. How ever could I have brought this inappropriate dancer down on my own head. You've won the day today, hero, but I'll be back. And please, my sensitive nose says otherwise; perhaps you've simply gone nose-blind to your natural dog stinks. But you needn't worry, I wouldn't dream of sharing your cuteness with anyone else, it's only for me.

Your heartless, hateful imprisoner,
Remus

P.S. Of course. I don't see the problem, here. Stuffing your corpse is entirely acceptable. Unorthodox, perhaps, but a perfectly good way to appreciate your memory. Of course I would properly maintain you, after going to all that trouble.

Not enough, I think.