dear_mun | It's been rather dusty, eh? On being apped in at a game opening soon.

Right, mun.

First, I'm waiting for your excuses. Obviously I was never worried that you'd come back -- I mean, how could you resist? I fancy we work well together when you let me do what I do best and I just stand here and accept your adoration and praise.

...what? Sorry, didn't quite catch that? Shame and disappointment? You know, I thought I had the measure of you, then you do a bloke like that... I'm injured! Wounded, you might say. More so now that you're rolling your eyes at me. I can see you've forgotten my usual charm. You've got those other blokes running around in your headspace these days to distract you, but don't get your knickers in a twist just yet. I'm sure you'll remember how famously we get along soon.

And no. I don't think I'll "please, please, oh please god shut up". For someone who can be egged into an app so easily, you do moan a lot after the fact, don't you?

It's really not my problem that you're exceptionally keen on this "NaNo" thing, either. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not.

So hey -- why don't you start getting used to the idea? And while you're at it, see about finding some of my mates again, would you? Again -- I can't be arsed to care that this new "game" thing is all the way over on... what is it? insanejournal? We're going straight back to our roots, then! Brilliant! So stop whining about how hard it is to find castmates there and get on with it. Go on. I'm waiting.

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For a bloody perfect family. [Oh no, that's not sarcasm. Blatantly dripping all over the floor from his sneer. Nope.]

Dosing... 'Cissa! That there is what we tend to call blasphemy. I'm surprised at you. Aren't I your favourite cousin? And you think I'd do something barmy like dosing food.

Obviously I'd go for the drinks.

As though I'd come from any other. [Neither of them would ever use such a thing, it simply Isn't Done.]

Methinks the lady doth protest too much. The drinks are obvious, which is why you're not allowed near the petit fours; do you think me daft as well as illiterate?

Of course! Wouldn't want to be from one where you'd have to think for yourself, would you? That would be ruddy awful.

Well, if you were meaning to convince me otherwise, you've done a fairly bad job of it. Cheers, though. You've seen straight through me! I was just in it for the biscuits. Though I wouldn't be opposed to those little cakes -- when'm I invited, again?

I know! Fancy, having to make decisions without Bella breathing down my neck - however would I manage?

You're not. And even if you were, you can't visit the place I'm currently stranded in, so you're destined to be denied biscuits.

Bellatrix is a right treasure, isn't she?

Sounds a bit dodgy. As your favourite, I can't think of a reason why I wouldn't be invited. I'm handsome, charming, and dead clever. This place you're in must be barking. Where is it, again?

She loves me.

How do you know Regulus isn't my favourite, hmm? He's also handsome, charming and dead clever, and has a streak of sensibility you lack, darling cousin.

It's nowhere you'd have heard of, and definitely not on Insanejournal. Your mun was right on that point; we're few and far between over there, and the ones that are around either don't last or already have full casts.

Yeah, sure, but he's a right little berk. Sort of cancels out all the rest, doesn't it? I'm everyone's favourite for a reason, you know. Just ignore Regulus. You'll feel better for it.

Really? Bloody hell. I need to have a few words with my mun. It's bad enough that Regulus is due there. The only one that'll be any fun is Evans. 'Course with her there, I'll be surprised if James doesn't come 'round before long.

But Regulus also adores me. You, pretences aside, do not, and Sirius - I like to be adored.

Evans... I don't know that name. [Ugh, Muggleborns? Seriously? Pun only half-intended?]

Fancy that! So do I. We've got so much in common. Since we're obviously best mates despite how hard you deny it, I'm going to offer you Regulus. I hate parting with him, but you need a little brother far more than I do.

What? Haven't heard of Evans? [There's a touch of wicked glee to that. Just a tiny bit.] Redhead? James is constantly fawning all over her? Bleeding brilliant at Potions and Charms? Ringing any bells? I think she'd give you a run for your gold in the looks department, 'Cissa. Surely you two chat all about your little beauty secrets.

We'll trade; you can have Bella. The two of you always get along so famously at family gatherings, it would be a shame to keep you separated.

Mm, no. I don't really pay much attention to the younger Gryffindors; they're not likely to impact my life in any way-- [Hey. HEY. There is no way that a red-head and a cool blonde can compete, they're entirely different colouring and she is Offended. Offended.] Sirius Orion Black, there is not one single freckle blemishing this complexion, we are not even remotely comparable. Not that I particularly want Potter's affections to begin with.

Wha--? Nonono. You're too generous. I couldn't possibly take her off your hands. You'd miss her too much. My heart would literally shatter to take her away from such a loving, kind sister.

What, really? James is almost as charming as me. Who wouldn't want to attract that? And you're sure about the freckles? Isn't that one just there -- right on the tip of your nose? Can't imagine what else it could be.

Bleeding hell... it's midnight. There goes the mun again, whinging about that daft "NaNo" rubbish again. She ought to sort her priorities. Obviously I'm much more important. Alas.

But I'd be gaining such a devoted younger brother, the loss would be more than bearable. I could never be so selfish as to deny you the tender guidance Bella can give in all the ways the world owes the Blacks. She has so much to teach you, Sirius, you'd benefit in so many ways.

If by charming you mean arrogant and vaguely snotty, then yes, I suppose he is. He doesn't have our cheekbones, though, so I'll simply have to overlook him, and shut up, it is not. I happen to know my skin is flawless - unlike yours. You've some streak of something or other on your cheek, did you know?

Is it? My, my. I never dreamed we'd have so civil a conversation that I'd not notice the time passing. [She holds such great hope that he doesn't grow up to be an imbecile.] Tell your mun from mine that the idiocy of a Nano month is to be ignored. If she wants to write, just write. Mine apparently burnt herself out on all fic the last time she made an attempt, though reviews still trickle in, which is nice. Ish. Frankly, I don't see how she's going to finish it - something about not really shipping that anymore? Her phrases are strange.

It's been rather dusty, eh? On being apped in at a game opening soon.

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