1.3
“…I can’t tell you much. Isn’t it science fiction common knowledge that telling someone of the past too much, would mess up the future?” Remus told Padfoot.
“I suppose you’re right.” Padfoot sighed, “Well I know now that I moved out, since you live in my house now.”
“So who’s Marls?” Remus asked.
“My friend. We call her Marls, and I’m guessing you have her telephone, but I don’t know why it ended up there at my house.”
“Really? That’s what you’re confused about? What about the whole ‘talking to someone from a different time’ part?” Remus mentioned.
“Obviously I’m confused too.”
It’s like Remus could hear his eyeroll,
“So how old are you?”
“24” Remus didn’t know why he was telling this to a stranger, but his loneliness and desperation got the best of him.
“I’m 21” Padfoot answered with no hesitation, and Remus only assumed that he was a confident sort of man.
“what do you do for a living?” Remus let curiosity replace his anxiety over the magical phone.
Padfoot chuckled, “I coach baseball for little kids. I love baseball. What about you?”
“Do I love baseball? Or what do I do for a living?”
“Hm why not answer both, I’ve got the time.” Remus lied down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, “I’m not that into sports. Also, I program video games for computers for a living.”
“what kind of job is that?” Remus smiled, I forgot you probably don’t know what those are yet.”
“Yeah. Hello?! I’m in the past!” Padfoot joked. Remus laughed, “well I have to go, I should sleep.”
“Boo.” Padfoot groaned into the phone.
As fun as it was to talk to Padfoot, it was getting late into the night, and he had projects to finish.
“Goodbye, wrong number.”
Padfoot bid him goodbye.
“Goodbye old man.”
“Hey! I’m not old yet.” Padfoot laughed before hanging up.