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[James is slouched out in the hallway of the Xavier Institute, though it's probably hard to tell on the mirror.]

Oi, Pads, where are you? I'm bored to bloody death in English without you and who cares about Julius Cesar anyway, sodding old Roman bloke.

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Oh, fine, touchy touchy. [He moves his feet then, rolling his eyes dramatically.]

Right. Yeah, good thinking. What the bloody hell was that, anyway?

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I'll tell you once we're up.

[Sirius nudges James back and swings onto the bike himself. Between he roar of the engine and he wind, he's comfortable talking about anything without danger of being heard.]

As far as I can tell, he sortof...went werewolf. Not that he is one, just...you know how Moony gets, when he switches off and the monster switches on? Apparently something Terry did triggered that.

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Bloody hell. Good thing we're helping him out together then, eh?