July 6th, 1975
Stunning Sirius,
I haven’t got a clue why you’re insisting on me calling you stunning Sirius. I think you’re ridiculous.
My sick cousin is coming in on the 21st and 23rd. Not that it matters from the sounds of what your parents have planned for your summer. They aren’t really planning on keeping you locked up for the entire summer are they? If you think you can get away with escaping, we’ve got an extra bed you can sleep in.
Ser isn’t coming this summer. Mum hasn’t said anything definite yet, but I do believe I can expect a wedding in my immediate future. And before you make some comment, no I will not be the groom.
You have my attention Sirius, what is this pet project of yours?
Remus
July 12th, 1975
Stupid Sirius,
How’s that for an adjective? I am not putting an adjective in front of my name. And while I appreciate the gesture, anyone who thinks I’m “ravishing” needs his or her eyes checked.
Yes Sirius. I am going to be a bride in a wedding for my female cousin. Didn’t you hear? It’s the latest rage, cross-dressing at weddings! Or would that constitute as complete gender switches? I don’t know.
Yes I’m honest about the room. I’m sure my mum would love to have a house-guest for the summer—just as long as you’re in and out between the times that my sick cousin visits.
I finally told them that you guys know, and have known since second year. That was an interesting conversation. Mum got a funny look on her face and dad just went “And…?” So I told them everyone’s reactions and promised them that you guys are keeping your mouths shut on. I told them how you said that anyone who shared my secret would be tossed into the shrieking shack with the wolf. I don’t think they found it very funny. Of course, when you first said it, I thought it was horrible too, but I’ve since learned to appreciate your twisted, and slightly sick if you don’t mind my saying, sense of humor.
If you don’t want me asking questions, you shouldn’t mention it at all you git.
Remus
July 17th, 1975
Stupendous Sirius,
I am not randy you complete git.
Remus
July 21st, 1975
Silly Sirius,
I refuse to put an adjective in front of my name.
Remus
July 26th, 1975
Spectacular Sirius,
All right, fine you win!
And I’m feeling fine.
Red Remus
July 31st, 1975
Sick Sirius,
You never said colors didn’t count. I hope you get better. Please try not to breathe on the pages I’d rather not get sick.
Really-Thinking-This-Is-Stupid Remus
August 9th, 1975
Sirius,
I know you wanted this letter sent sooner, but with your mother reading your mail…
Are you sure this is such a good idea Sirius? Perhaps it’ll pass. Try to hang on for a few more weeks Sirius, it’ll blow over.
Resounding Remus (where’s your adjective, hm?)
August 24th, 1975
Sirius,
I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Just keep working on that pet project of yours, there’s only a few days left. I’ll see you at school.
Remus
December 25th, 1975
To Padfoot
From Moony
Because every good dog needs one. Merry Christmas.
July 13th, 1976
Sirius,
My dog ran away and I haven’t heard from him in a while, despite getting sick a few days ago. I’m really worried about him, last time I saw him something terrible happened (other than my cousin attacking him for doing something incredibly stupid—no clue what it was). I just wish there was a way I could let him know that I’m okay and that I miss him terribly and that I really hope he’s okay.
If you see my dog, do you think you could convince the big oaf to at least send a postcard from whatever exotic country he’s decided to visit?
Thanks,
Remus
August 13th, 1976
Sirius,
Still no sign from my dog. I owled James to ask him if he’d seen my dog, he said he heard about my dog once, very briefly, about a week or two ago. He said my dog wasn’t in very good shape, and possibly in some trouble and might need us. I’m not entirely sure how to help him though.
I got sick again a few days ago, and still no word from my dog. So once again I want to let him know I’m okay and that I miss him more than ever and that I still am deeply concerned about his well-being.
Hopefully my dog will show up before school starts again. Though perhaps he’s planning on visiting Hogwarts sometime in September. That’d be interesting. Keep an eye out for my dog for me, okay?
Thanks,
Remus
December 25th, 1976
To Sirius
From Remus
Happy Holidays.
December 28th, 1976
Sirius,
James, if you’re reading this, I suggest you stop now before you break out into boils. You’re simply the owl, not recipient.
Now that we’ve got that out of the way. Sirius, are you okay? James told us what he could, but it’s still not a lot. I hope you’re well enough to return to school in a few days.
I know that after what we’ve been through this year it seems slightly strange that I would literally be sick with worry over you (Ser does not appreciate it), but…you’re my best mate Sirius. I hope that you’ll be able to actually tell us, or at least James, what happened and that you won’t let this harm you more than it already has.
If you want, I’ll go bite your mother for you. I’m starting to believe she’s the exception to my “Nobody deserves this curse” rule.
Remus
