July 7, 1973
Dear Sirius,
Thank you for your letter. I’m afraid my summer plan looks just as bleak and boring as it did last year. I can’t really go anywhere, remember? I think it’s great that you and James are trying to get all of us together some time this summer, I shouldn’t be busy, so just send me an owl.
My “problematic cousin” as you’ve so dubbed it is coming on the 15th this month and the 13th of next.
You just ran out of sugar quills? Sirius that’s nearly 50 sugar quills, over 50 in fact! And don’t you complain about us all getting the same present for you, as James said, you were asking for it.
How does one finish off that many sugar quills that fast?
Sincerely,
Remus
July 14th, 1973
Dear Sirius,
Old habits die-hard. It’s good to know you got sick, it assures me that you are in fact human and not some strange creature from another planet that can eat 20 sugar quills in one sitting.
It makes my stomach turn to think about it.
I asked my mum and dad about going to the beach with you and James. You guys are leaving on the 22nd right? My mum said just as long as you promise to have me back in two weeks, no longer, it’s fine with her. Dad thinks it’s a brilliant idea.
Of course, dad thinks a lot of things are brilliant ideas, like sending me that thing (apparently it was cake) for my last birthday.
Sincerely,
Remus
July 18th, 1973
Sirius,
I’m fine, I’ll be there, I promise.
Remus
August 16th, 1973
Dear Sirius,
The beach was brilliant, hope you and James had a good time that last week. Thankfully the sunburn has turned into a tan, it still kind of hurts though.
When are you planning on going to Diagon? Dad says we’ll probably go sometime next week. Maybe we can get together then?
Sincerely,
Remus
December 25th, 1973
To Sirius
From Remus
Here’s what you’ve been pestering me about all December, you prat. Feel free to feed it to a Hippogriff if you don’t like it. Merry Christmas.
July 9th, 1974
Dear Sirius,
To answer all of your questions:
I’m fine, I promise.
My cousin is coming again on the 2nd of next month, and Proserphina is coming in on the 15th for two weeks. So I won’t be able to do anything until near the end of summer.
I refuse to answer that question.
Now for a question of my own:
What have your parents planned for your summer?
Sincerely,
Remus
July 17th, 1974
Dear Sirius,
Egypt! Why are you complaining? I would love to go to Egypt. You are so lucky Sirius! You’ll, of course, have to tell me all about it when you get back.
For yet another summer I am inclined to remind you who your parents are and who I am. Ignoring my furry little problem, I’m a half-blood through and through. Mum’s a complete Muggle, remember? Of course I can’t go with you. I’d suggest taking James or Peter, but your parents abhor the Potters and Peter…he probably wouldn’t survive them.
We’ll get together in Diagon Alley again this year, but not with my parents. After the last time you and James tried to get into Knockturn, dad will practically attach us all to leashes to keep an eye on us.
Perhaps Peter’s parents can take us?
I hope this letter reaches you before you depart for Egypt. Do try and enjoy your self Sirius.
Remus
August 27th, 1974
Sirius,
Let’s assume for a moment that I do like some one. Why would I tell you who it is? Besides, that was, Merlin, quite a while back. About a year or so I believe. I never mentioned it because it wasn’t that big of a deal—well until James decided to play that game on the train and the rest of you found out.
See you in a few days,
Remus
December 25th, 1974
To Sirius
From Remus
Here’s a needle to use whenever Evans tells you to deflate your abnormally large head.
I included a few sugar quills to make up for the headache that’ll come afterwards. Merry Christmas.
