Letters
Sirius,
How’s life back in the noble House of Black? I was serious about you coming here, you know. Mum says it’s fine. Write back. Otherwise, I’ll assume you’ve been locked in the dungeons or sacrificed to some ancient Black family tradition.
James
Prongs,
No dungeons, no sacrifices. Just me, Regulus, Irene and Astra. Alone.
My parents left this morning. Didn’t even say goodbye. Just vanished. They usuallycome back pretty soon, but who knows? I prefer it this way anyway. Kreacher's still lurking around, so at least the house won’t actually burn down. It’s... quiet. Regulus is being weird. Keeps watching me. I threw a book at him earlier though, so I suppose that evens it out. Hope your Christmas is more fun than mine.
Sirius
Sirius,
James says you’re stuck looking after your siblings alone. That’s... a lot. Are you okay?
I know we don’t know each other that well yet, but if you need anything write, I suppose.
Also, James is trying to convince Peter to help him charm all his Christmas jumpers to flash the words “Professional Quidditch Legend” across the front. It’s not working. Yet.
Remus
Moony,
I’d pay actual Galleons to see James walk into the Great Hall in a flashing jumper. And yeah, it’s a bit mad here, but I’m used to it. Irene nearly set the kitchen on fire yesterday trying to make cocoa. Kreacher is still furious she exists. All in all, it could be worse. I hope your having a good Christmas so far.
Sirius
James,
You’ll never guess what happened. My parents came home. Not yesterday, not even this morning, but ten minutes ago. And apparently, they’re throwing a Christmas party tonight. TONIGHT. I had no warning. None. Pray for me.
Sirius
Sirius,
What happened? Are you alive? Do we need to rescue you?
James
James,
I barely survived.
It was awful I had to sit through four hours. My mum won't even look at me. I dont know what to do. But the food was good, so at least there’s that. I hope your Christmas was better. Next year, I’m staying at your house.
Sirius