Hello equally awesome space'n'frags,

I like you more and more - you have no respect for capitals! I'm afraid too many years under the observation of the proofreading!prefect has spoiled me. I can no longer disregard capitals (Secretly I fear he will burst into my room and fix me with a Stern Look like he used to and make me rewrite the letter again). So, go on! I will live vicariously through you in this matter.

Remus trusts toasters. I think they're secretly eating away at my tasty toasties when I'm sitting there waiting with my jelly. What happens when you jab a knife in there when it's on? Does it take your toast and never give it back? This is starting to feel like a learning experience... Or a horror story. D:

...well, it didn't sound dirty until now. I must be losing my touch in my old age. Merlin, if I start clutching my pearls and weeping at the sight of exposed ankles, please innuendo some sense back into me. THIS IS IMPORTANT.

Remus is the only one left, so he's got to be the stern one and the fun one, these days. I don't think he ever expected that to happen - I certainly didn't. But I will tell him you said to be nice to me (and to let me make roaring fires in the foyer).

Sirius