[Sirius nods--not absently, fully present, because he's here with James and nothing has ever quite seized his attention like James. At the same time, he flicks through other thoughts, Harry and then Lily, when he thinks of her he thinks of the neat slant of her handwriting, her laughing with her chin on his shoulder while they danced at their wedding and before that too, in the Leaky Cauldron, in the cottage, it always seemed as if it was raining in those days and the chance to laugh felt like uncovering gold you'd forgotten about--and then he thinks of Harry, again, Lily's eyes and James' face and something else, too, something brave and wonderful and brilliant.
His device buzzes just then, and when he checks the message, a grin flickers over his features. He holds it so James can see. Contact name REMUS, simple straightforward message, just four characters: LILY.]
Better than owling in a lot of ways, isn't it. Faster, if nothing else. [He tucks the device back into his pocket.
And then a sudden thought occurs to him, and this time when he grins over at James, it's almost a smirk, and definitely familiar.]
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His device buzzes just then, and when he checks the message, a grin flickers over his features. He holds it so James can see. Contact name REMUS, simple straightforward message, just four characters: LILY.]
Better than owling in a lot of ways, isn't it. Faster, if nothing else. [He tucks the device back into his pocket.
And then a sudden thought occurs to him, and this time when he grins over at James, it's almost a smirk, and definitely familiar.]
Think we can beat them there?