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Thank you, thank you. And both items have been added to the list. If you come up with anything, let me know. The only other thing I can think of at the moment is a place for chocolate, but of course that’s a given. Right, right… We could certain try… that on the pillow floor at least once. For scientific reasons, of course. Alright, yeah, that’s everyone else’s problem, sure, but what about when you look in the mirror? Isn’t another eye going to bother you and interfere with your looks? Oh, trust me, I know, Padfoot, I know. Merlin’s beard, I hadn’t even thought about snogging you with your third eye. Please, never have a third eye or at least have the decency to close it when I come anywhere near you. Hmm, Hogsmeade maybe. I don’t think the library would encourage that sort of thing. We can try muggle bookshops if we don’t find anything. Good. And I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t like all of you either. (Oh, um, I suppose we are…) The number one spot on my “List of Things I Will Never Ever Do” says “I will never ever cut and/or shave Sirius’ hair.” Does that make you feel better? You are quite welcome. And thanks. I might be needing a haircut soon though. Hm, I suppose. You are actually a fair bit better at singing drunk than sober. You should write an official letter of complaint to the universe and demand that Pluto be promoted to star. Alright, fine, I suppose I was pretty out of it… Did you? Er, what exactly did you do? I don’t entirely remember anything like that… Wait, oh, I might have remembered and written it off as a dream, but I can’t be entirely certain. Details, Padfoot, details.
Well, I’ll agree with you there. A million is loads better than five. Hmm, and that’s true, you wouldn’t have that certain you-ness if you weren’t ridiculous. Good, I’m not sure if I can handle increased levels of cheesiness. …Yes, please do kiss me because you’ve made me want to kiss you with your rubbish about my smile. Merlin, Sirius, how do you come up with this stuff? Our next book is going to be “How to Absolutely Make People Melt with Stupid Lines” and you will be the chief contributor. Well, maybe not stupid lines, because they weren’t stupid I just don’t have a word that adequately describes what sorts of nonsense you make me feel. You must have beamed the bloody chunks directly to my brain then. That’s true, but only because someone has to watch over all of you when you get drunk. Honestly, the photos aren’t really all that bad, or at least, they’re not as bad as they could be. I’ll let you see them, if you really want to, but you can’t burn them. As for graduation, it’s nothing special, really, I was just planning on making a photo album. Call it feminine if you want, I know, I know. Of course, that’s the best part about our not-really-bachelor’s life. A good one, I suppose. As good as indescribable choking noises get. No problem, really. Then I thank Merlin for most moments.
Oh, yes! Chocolate, of course! Loads of it. Loads and loads of it. And firewhiskey, but again, that’s kind of a given. And I suppose we ought to add food to that list, since food is very good. Right. Scientific reasons. And, er, maybe…we can try in the, um, the shower? For, uh, you know, scientific reasons, as well. Hmm, I hadn’t thought about it mucking up my brilliant good looks…Damn you, Moony. You know my weakness, because it probably would and we can’t have that. Fine…I won’t get a third eye. But not because you told me not to! Only because I want to keep looking good. And I like snogging you, and it’d get in the way of that. Those are the only reasons why! Hogsmeade, right…where you bought that one book about…erm, you know… But okay. I’ve never been in a muggle bookshop before. Surprising? Not really. Good point, and now you just like all of me more, so it’s even better. (Was that…? Erm… Should I have not…said, er…that?) Yes! Makes me feel loads better! It’s on a list so it’s official, obviously. Maybe I should make one like that… Nah, it’d be too long. Or you could let it grow out a bit. Might look rather dashing and all. Hey! My sober singing is lovely! You know, I think I will. I will write a nice strongly worded letter! And I’ll use big words to intimidate the universe! Details? You expect details? I can’t remember details, Moony. I was completely pissed! But, erm, I think…I maybe just remember being a bit…touchy with you. More than usual, at least. And…well, um, I think…I vaguely remember…possibly trying to, er, chat you up and…get you into bed… Maybe…I’m not really so sure…
Then I shall keep being ridiculous so I don’t lose my me-ness! Honestly, I probably couldn’t stand much more cheesiness, either, so that’s good. Mm…I do so enjoy kissing you, Moony. Just thought you should know. But I don’t really have to try to come up with it all. I mean, it’s just the truth, really. You have a brilliant smile that I really like, and…that’s all. Just the truth. But fine, I suppose we can write another book. It’d be good to make more money! What’s this?! Moony the Master of Words doesn’t have a word for how I make him feel?! Oh, woe is me! The end of the world surely must be coming! For wordy Moony doesn’t have a word! I do not beam bloody chunks to anyone’s brain, thank you very much. Ah, yes, I suppose that’s true. Someone’s gotta keep us from doing who knows what. Fine, fine…I won’t burn them, but I do want to see them just so I can destro—I mean…erm…nevermind? Ah, you read my mind! Feminine indeed! My feminine little Moony cakes with your photo albums and other girly things. It really is the best part, isn’t it? It was the best part before, too. I mean before…we became like this. Oh, well, alright then. I can, er, not say stuff like that if…I mean…I just, um…hm. Ah, much better!