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[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

James and Sirius, for today an accountant and a dentist, respectively, put the finishing touches on the Haunted Mansion (they had started the night before, and upon finding that in the morning their changes were still there, they had been quite pleased and finished up). Now that the room where the ceiling rose was magicked so that everyone would fit in it and still have plenty of space to move. On top of that, they had magically rewired the loudspeakers to the room, put up some spooky decorations, and even completed it with fake, scary looking ghosts (they had both been quite disappointed in the morning to discover that some of their ruder decorations, including hot, naked ghosts, were removed).

Then, James began to write the letters, and started some music.



Crowley,

We're throwing a party at the Haunted Mansion. Do you think you could provide refreshments? Feel free to come as well.

- James Potter and Sirius Black

Then, identical letters were sent out to everyone in the park.

Hey,

There will be a Halloween party at the Haunted Mansion in New Orlean's Square. Come around and have a great time. Also, if you have drinks or food that you want to bring to share, feel free.

- James Potter and Sirius Black

On the bottom of the paper, there's a witch flying on a broom, actually moving around on the paper.

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[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

The Doctor gaped at the Master’s retreating back. Then he turned to Sirius.

“I…” he started. “That is. Um. I’d… better go look after him.”

He followed the Master, swiping a large glass –probably intended for soft drinks, but suited to his intentions– from the table as he went. He was going to need it.

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

Sirius was entirely unsure how to respond to being called not a real person, or even to Harry being referred to as 'Jesus, King Arthur, Frodo Baggins, Herakles and Mother Fucking Teresa combined' seeing as it was obviously intended as an insult, yet there was really no way to protest it. But he'd had a little too much alcohol to form a proper retort, and not enough to think 'no, you're thin and lifeless' was at all a good option. Before he'd come up with anything better, the Master had walked off and the Doctor after him.

"Er, maybe he's had enough," Sirius called after the Doctor, but wasn't particularly interested in monitoring the situation any further than that. He set out the bottles the Doctor had given him on the table, and then walked off to greet some more guests.