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[masterofpotions]

While these devices may be a more efficient means of communication than magic, and nowhere near as messy as firetalking has the potential to be, there are inherent flaws in their design. They are far too small, for one, and lend themselves to being easily misplaced. I suppose it will have its uses, which is more than can be said for most Muggle devices, but if not for the distinct lack of owls, I would not be so resigned to let it replace the perfectly respectable practice of letter-writing.

That said, the sheer amount of idiocy beyond the doors of that Muggle hospital is absolutely baffling. Never in my life have I heard such a ridiculous tale, which is quite a feat when one considers the many desperate lies told by Death Eaters when presented with anything resembling consequence. I have little tolerance for foolishness and will not be treated as either an invalid or an imbecile they assume is eager to believe stories that are clearly meant for children.

Writing on this fool thing is an exercise in tedium and a miserable excuse for communication, I might add. Quill and parchment would have been much quicker.

Comments

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[moralfibre]

[Why why, why now, and why did he have to see this message when he can't physically resist responding to it? Like a stream of the things going through his mind, his thumbs tap slowly at the tiny keys on his mobile. He is not the most eloquent texter even when he can keep up with his thoughts.]

sirius and remus caght an owl in the forest. id like to try findng one as well but i dont know if youd want to go wirh me or not. you might think i still hate you depending on the last thing you remembrer from home, but i dont because i know the truth.

[text]

[masterofpotions]

[There is a long, long pause before Harry receives a response. Possibly because Severus is carefully considering his words, more likely because typing is a painfully slow and tedious endeavor for him. Being a stickler for proper mechanics only makes it more difficult.]

Potter?

What are you on about. Has this place driven you mad?

Your spelling is atrocious. Of course, that comes as no surprise.

[text]

[moralfibre]

yeah.

im not mad, ive only been here a few days and theres some kind of curse making some people talk about stuff against their will, or maybe they put veritasrrum in the water. you probably shouldnt drink anything they give you

my spelling is fine, professor, its jst hard typing on this tiny keyboard. are you still at teh hospital?

[text]

[masterofpotions]

Noted.

[Veritaserum in the water would have been his first guess, but he's not going to admit that. Can't let Harry know that he approves of this display of common sense.]

Excuses, Potter.

Just outside of it.

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[moralfibre]

its not my fault! yuor still such a git omg. sorry

[Before he can send any more badly-typed text messages, he apparates to the hospital and sees the familiar figure standing in front of the building.]

I didn't mean to call you a git. Well, I did, because you are; I don't think anything can change that. But I feel bad about it, because I know you were looking out for me. [He is clearly appalled that he's saying this out loud.] What's the last thing you remember from home?

[raggedywizard]

[A wizard. And from their world, no less. Remus takes pause to study the text for a long moment, looking for some familiar sign or tone. It is difficult without handwriting, but there is something very familiar about that attitude.

Hard to forget someone who was so keenly aware of Remus' secret those last few years at Hogwarts. And so wrapped up in the Marauder's hexes.]

Severus?

[masterofpotions]

[Considering Potter mentioned that Sirius and Remus were both here, and Severus is finding himself addressed by his proper name as opposed to "Snape" or "Snivellus," he can only assume that it's the latter.]

Remus, I presume.

Video

[raggedywizard]

[Remus turns the video on, because he really never has grown used to the text function, and audio feels a bit daft. He looks as tired and worn as ever, but nowhere near as haggard as the war days, future or past.]

I see you have been brought here as well, then.

[He doesn't offer any other information freely, just yet. He still doesn't like Severus.]

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[masterofpotions]

[Severus responds in kind; choosing to reply using the same medium appears to be simple enough. Well. These Muggle gadgets are getting progressively more useful.

He appears to be unimpressed, which is hardly unusual, considering the source, though he, too, is looking rather weary.]

As ever, your powers of observation are astounding.

action;

[alwaysimpure]

[At first it's just a suspicion, but it's strong enough for him to apparate to the hospital and, well, that greasy hair, that nose, that scowl...

He might be at least fifteen years older than he remembers him, but he's still unmistakable. The ugly git.

The last he knows of him is that he's a Death Eater. That he probably at least knew about James, Lily, Harry... That he might even have been there.

Sirius really was more the type for fair play and direct confrontation normally, but this was a dangerous Death Eater and Harry was on the island.

So he walks closer quietly, sneaks up on Snape until he's close enough to stun him. He casts the spell non-verbally, in order not to alert him before it hits and once it does he's in front of him seconds later, wand still pointed.]

You spineless, pretentious git!

[masterofpotions]

[The spell hits without fail, Snape unaware of it until he sees that tell-tale jet of red light, just in time to wordlessly cast a Protego charm. It's enough to partially deflect Sirius' Stupefying charm, though not entirely. Severus finds himself stunned yet still conscious, falling to one knee and unable to move as his wand drops from his hand, rolling just a few inches out of reach. Just enough to be infuriating.

He glares hatefully at his attacker, memories of years of bitter rivalry surfacing that no amount of time apart could ever completely bury. Not even now, despite the fact that Severus felt no small amount of guilt concerning what happened during the attack on the Ministry.]

Black. Potter mentioned you were here. Why am I not surprised to see you still choose to attack first and ask questions later? A swift way to meet a sticky end, I assure you.

[alwaysimpure]

You're still alive, aren't you?

[He steps on Severus' wand, but at least he doesn't put a lot of weight on it. The glare doesn't lessen, the grip he has on his own wand tight enough to have his knuckles stand out white. His hand doesn't shake, even as he keeps the wand pointed.]

Did you know when he went for them? Were you there?

[masterofpotions]

I was there, but not the way you think.

[The words escape him as a low growl, words he had promised never to utter to anyone, a secret he had made Dumbledore swear not to tell. His involvement in the Order at that time, his reasons for denouncing the Death Eaters.

Years upon years of keeping his thoughts and secrets carefully guarded, kept under lock and key, and within less than an hour, this place and its tricks sought to unravel what had been born of his efforts.

Frustrating did not even begin to describe it.]

Who is it that you thought alerted Dumbledore to the attack in the first place?

[Text]

[you_have_heart]

You are not alone in these sentiments. While the allure of instentanious communication is appealing, there are better ways to do it than these infernal mortal contraptions.

And the people at the hospital are even more mad than most of their captives here. There are very few who actually believe them.

[Text]

[masterofpotions]

Owl and floo always worked efficiently enough, along with countless other methods. These Muggles devices are quite clearly more trouble than they're worth, and I've not had mine more than an hour.

In that case, those on this island are more intelligent than their captives give them credit for, though I'm sure only just, considering the doctors seem to believe them a pack of drooling imbeciles.

[Text]

[you_have_heart]

You must be the sort of Wizard Sirius is.

Ignore the doctors. They are far more idiotic than even the youngest of the children that reside here.

[Text]

[masterofpotions]

Sirius Black.

I am not the same sort of wizard as Sirius Black. I am far superior.

I had already dismissed them even before my release. Of course, now that I have your permission to do so, I feel far more secure in that decision.

[coinmover]

It gets worse.

[masterofpotions]

That hardly seems possible, and yet I can't say I'm terribly surprised.

[coinmover]

Half the island or better has been dosed with truth serum or something similar at the moment. And for the island, that's a mild experiment to run on us.

[masterofpotions]

Perhaps Veritaserum in the water.

[Both he and Potter had the same immediate response, though he would keep that bit of information to himself for the time being.]

This foolishness is commonplace, then. Delightful.

[dialogical]

Oh fuck.
Wizards.

[text]

[masterofpotions]

I beg your pardon.

Re: [text]

[dialogical]

Nothing.
Hey.
How're your majyckks working?

[text]

[masterofpotions]

As they should, though it's no concern of yours.