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[That's what it looks like when a drunk wizards without any grip of technology is trying to write text messages.

He sucks at it and he doesn't even care.]

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X and o to you then, really.

[He has turned it to audio and he's obviously better at speaking than at talking.]

I'm fine. I... Can you lock this?

Yeah, just give me a second.

[It takes but a moment, and soon enough their conversation is safe from prying ears.]

You sure you're fine? Can you recite the alphabet without messing up?

Probably? I can't look at the ceiling without it spinning though, so...

Look, I wanted to tell you that Rudy's trying to blackmail me, before he drops weird hints all around you to make me nervous.

Are you drinking plenty of water?

...Wait, wot? Seriously?

Wot happened this time? Rudy might be a dickhead, but he doesn't go out of his way for shit like that without a reason; he's too lazy.

We were in the pub together the other day and I drank too much and talked too much. He thinks I have a life-sentence for actually killing fourteen people.

Not sure why he thinks it's a smart idea to blackmail a killer, but there you go.

He's retarded, that's why.

But that doesn't really answer why he's doing the blackmailing in the first place. Wot does he want?

Fifty pounds and vodka. It's bloody ridiculous.

I guess he just wants to make me miserable and if he does make it public, enjoy the humiliation.

...He really is retarded.

And that's not going to happen. I reckon I should go talk to him.

...are you sure that's a good idea? I'm going to talk with James soon, but I can't risk that wanker spilling things first.

Dunno. I'd like to think there would be less chance of him "spilling" if he knows his friends know wot he's up to.

Also, I'm so going to get back at him once I've come clear.

Really? You're gonna stoop to his level?

What do you expect me to do?

Er, for starters? Not be a dick just because someone dumb enough to act like that is being a dick to you.

Just stand your ground. Tell Rudy it's none of his fucking business and that when the time is right for both you and James, you'll tell him wot he needs to know.

Might help to throw out that he wouldn't want you beating him to the punch about telling me how pathetically short my life would have been back home or something else important like that.

Appeal to his humanity? Brilliant plan.

Alright, whatever. Sure, I'll do that. So where do you draw the line around things you let him get away with?

If you keep trying to get back at him, he's just going to try and be more of a dick to you. Not worth it.

Somewhere between murdering people who aren't my boyfriend and giving my boyfriend shit.

Believe me, he isn't gonna get away with blackmailing you.

I've not tried to get back at him for anything he's done to me so far. He messed with Sheska, that's a different matter.

And I don't give a fuck about him blackmailing me, whatever, life's bloody fucked up enough as it is, but if he actually keeps this up and messes with James or Lily over it, that's taking it too far.

...Wot, he did something else?

Sirius, he's not going to break it to them. [She'll make sure of it.] And it's still not okay that he's blackmailing you, fucked up or not.

I'll talk with him, yeah?

I don't know, he probably thinks you don't know yet, either. Might mess things up more.

Merlin's balls, I'm just too bloody drunk to deal with this.

Or it might get him to stop. I don't think it would hurt to try. It just sucks that I'm the last to learn again that one of my friends -one from home, at that- is treating you like shit.

...Look, we'll figure out something, yeah? If you're really that worried about Rudy bothering you or your friends, I can come get you and them and we'll camp out at mine. Say it's a dinner for me to meet them or something; not sure how we'd explain you being pissed, but we can make up an excuse.

Or I can make Rudy stay the night and keep an eye on him. I know he'd run over in a heartbeat, so it wouldn't be hard.

...Er, probably shouldn't ask you while you're drunk, but seeing as you're my boyfriend and Rudy's my friend, I should be helping out somehow.

[He's quiet for a while, mostly because he's drunk and his head is buzzing and he wants to make sense of all she's saying before replying.]

I don't want him staying the night at your place. [Ever, really.] But... That's sweet. Really sweet. Thank you. I'll figure it out, love. Promise.

And I'll make all this bullshit up to you somehow.

...If that's wot you want. But if you want help later, let me know, yeah?

[At this point, it feels like all she can really do is offer alternatives.]

You better. Just fix shit with James and his girl first; that takes priority right now. [She'll deal with Rudy somehow.]

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