dear_mun | He solemnly swears some stuff.

Most honourable writer,

Let me start this by offering you congratulations on rediscovering how much you crave writing me. I can perfectly relate to that, I'm sure I'd crave being me if I wasn't. Although, if you could possibly revise some of those less than flattering opinions you have on me before you spread them any further, I'd be much obliged.

In that vein falls your opinion on my face: I agree, this isn't a perfect fit, but he's a handsome enough chap so I have no complaints and I'm sure you'll agree that ultimately my opinion on this counts more than yours.

Moving on, while I remain extremely honoured by your interest in me, my life and, well, more of me, I'd like it more if you focused on the time before...

Just the time before.

On the other hand, I'd consider myself deeply indebted to you should you really continue down this path of actually making an effort of finding my esteemed friends and colleagues, Messr. Prongs, Messr. Moony and Messr. Wormtail for me to interact with. I assure you nothing bad can come from that.

Yours sincerely,
Messr. Padfoot

P.S.: If you are reading this; you're a manky minger and will die alone.

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Can't really change that, no. You should see my friends, they're all less pretty. You picked the best one!

I don't know how much picking was involved...

Trust me, you'd not have liked the others as much as me.

Well. Maybe Moony.

But, again, I'm prettier.

Yeah, because I'm likely to put a lot of value in that.

You just went on about how everything's easier for more attractive people, clearly you must see how you'd profit from being with me.

Wow, you're a pig.

Actually, that's nothing. You should see me when I'm trying.

Seriously though, you should meet my friends some time.

No, I probably shouldn't. I'd kick you somewhere sensitive, I suspect.

Might like seeing your friends, yeah.

Wormtail's no looker, but he's alright.

Moony's a bit boring, compared to me. Now, Prongs, Prongs is brilliant.

You might want to kick him, I imagine.

Suppose I'll find out when I meet them. If I meet them.

I hope you do.

Been friends with them for long?

Since I'm eleven. Do you have close friends?

A few from about that age but... we're not so close anymore.

I guess part of what keeps us close is thinking we'll die side by side.

You're seventeen and you already know who you think you're going to die with. That's just wrong.

It's war. I'm not scared of dying.

Just because you're scared doesn't mean it's not wrong.

No parent should have to bury their child.

Not to worry, then. My parents are more likely to kill me, really.

[ Have a smack to the back of the head even if she doesn't know you all that well yet. ]

Don't you dare tell me not to worry, you git.

Hey!

[He just chuckles though, obviously kind of used to that kind of treatment. More seriously, and more intensely, he does try to catch her eyes.]

I'm worried about surviving, not dying.

[ She wants to look him in the eye, she really, really does. But she averts her eyes. ]

Don't look into my eyes. You'll feel like shit.

[ Tentatively, as some sort of odd replacement for eyecontact she reaches out and takes one of his hands. Just a light grip that he can easily break. ]

Why is it surviving that worries you? Because of your family?

You said it doesn't work on everyone.

[And he's the kind of person that wants to see whether it does work, wants to try until it doesn't work anymore. But he accepts her hand for now.]

What do I do if I survive and others don't?

It doesn't but you don't know until you've tried. Didn't feel like the time.

If you survive and others don't, you... you try to go on, I guess. I mean, people do it all the time.

Yeah.

I don't think I'm meant for that.

Sorry, it's this place, I know too much.

We should meet up somewhere else.

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