[forty] This so isn't going to work.

[goodgrasshopper]

I try this every time this static stuff happens, but no luck so far. Any little Carpenters out there?

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[goodgrasshopper]

That's me. How did you hear about us?

[bothbuttocks.livejournal.com]

Martha...'Snape-Jones' might've mentioned it.

Seems like my cousin's there, as well. Sirius Black, do you know him?

[goodgrasshopper]

[smile] Martha's a friend. And I've seen Sirius around, though I don't really know him well. It's not a huge boat--you eventually see everyone here.

[bothbuttocks.livejournal.com]

Is she.

[It's not a question.]

Fancy that.

[Moooving on.]

What sort of boat is it? Are you all the dearly departed or some such? I mean - well, you know Sirius has been dead two years now. Right shame it is, and if I say so myself, it's a little odd to see him and talk to him.

Blimey, I wish Remus was here - he won't believe me!

[goodgrasshopper]

[eyebrow raise] Not a fan?

Some of us are dearly departed, and some of us aren't. I'm alive and kicking, as far as I know--but my inmate isn't. It's... mostly a place where people go to find some kind of redemption after they've died.

[bothbuttocks.livejournal.com]

I'm sure she's...patient.

[...Ahem.]

Wonder why Sirius is there, what with him being the way he is - young and all. He died when he was thirty-five, not twenty!

[goodgrasshopper]

[She laughs.] She can be. It helps, around here.

...I'm honestly not really sure how it works. Sometimes it can be just... near death. [Like Murphy.] I imagine that could have happened in Azkaban.