Howdy, kids.

Looks like this is take number three. Who knew that a guy like me could be so damn popular? But hey, you’ve gotta hand it to them: they’ve got great taste.

But don’t worry boys and girls, I’m not gonna pretend that I remember. That was a clever façade last time, and I’ve gotta give myself a hand, but it doesn’t work out that that’s the best move to make. Lots of things aren’t. Because, wow, I’m going to say that this is the most impressive oppressive regime I’ve ever seen in my lifetime. See, my dad used to like to make sure I was well-read. It was super important. Completely.

Haha, right. Then again, there’s a chance that the line-up here has rotated enough that I’m just speaking nonsense. Who’s this guy again?

So, let’s start with the basics.

Hi, I’m Jason Todd. I’d like to know how you all have been taking care of my little brother, Tim. See, he’s adopted and things are kind of rough for him, but sometimes they say the best things come in threes. Or fours. Or fives.

Anyway. Clue me in?

Sirius Black signed my boob.

[Nodding as she sports a massive grin.]

Seriously. Sirius Mother-Faeking Black.

[Pointing to herself.]

I can now die happy.

[She pauses for a second, still grinning, shaking her head as if she can't believe her luck.]

Best - Kidnapping - Ever.

I believe you mentioned something to the point of 'rehabilitation' regarding life here after death. Progressing Post-Mortem, I think you called it.

Is that something you actually resumed, or has the idea been set aside.