SIRIUS BLACK CREATED A NEW GROUP CHAT

Sirius: Look what Marls paid me twenty bucks to do. She wants me to post it on insta. Do we approve?

Lux: Who is this???

Remus: I've said it once and I'll say it again, Marlene need therapy. Go ahead and post it.

Remus: Also, why's Pete not in the chat?

Sirius: Pete's on a phone strike again. Something about how they're government spyware. Give it a week.

Lux: Seriously, who is this?

Remus: The Sirius-serious jokes have been old since we were twelve, James.

Lux: Who the fuck is James?

Sirius: ...is this not James's new number?

Remus: It certainly is. This is the number he gave us both yesterday.

Sirius: Ha, ha. Very funny.

Sirius: James?

Lux: Do I look like a James?

Sirius: Shit, Moons, we've added a hot girl in here.

Remus: Oh, shit. Sorry, stranger. Have a nice day.

Lux: No, no, you've piqued my interest now. Who is Marls and what's the best address to send her flowers to?

Lux: Also, Pete's probably onto something. How can I contact him best to share in the conspiracies of our government (with the exception of virtual communication, of course).

Sirius: Are you always this sarcastic?

Lux: I am when random boys with weird names add me to group chats during family dinner.

Remus: God, again, we're sorry. Our mate gave us this number as his new one. He must've got it wrong.

Lux: Or you're sex traffickers trying to lure me into being kidnapped.

Sirius: Are sex traffickers as hot as I am?

Remus: Sirius! Stop flirting!

Lux: Oh, no. Most of them don't have enough hair to fit into a hairnet.

Lux: Also, this is not flirtation. This is entertainment. My father's been going on about rugby for twenty minutes. Sex trafficking or not, at least you're not boring me to sleep. I'm Lux, btw.

Lux: Remus, is it?

Remus: ...

Lux: Your turn. Send a pic.

Remus: What if YOU'RE a sex trafficker?

Sirius:

Sirius: Took this of Moony last week. He's a stunner, isn't he?

Remus: Fucker.

Lux: Moony?

Remus: Keep your mouth SHUT Sirius.

Sirius: He got drunk at a party a few years ago and mooned everyone. The name stuck.

Lux: Lovely.

Remus: I warned you.

Lux: Well, my dad's now wondering why I'm nearly choking from laughing at the dinner table. I applaud you two, really.

Sirius: We'll leave you to your dinner, our dear Luxie.

Lux: Luxie?

Remus: Leave her alone, Sirius.

Lux: No, no, I don't mind it.

Sirius: Before you go, I must beg for you to send another pic, Luxie dearest. Your other one is far too frightening to use as your contact image.

Lux: Frightening?

Remus: I have to agree with that. You looked like you wanted to drink our blood.

Lux: Maybe I do.

Sirius: Kinky!

Remus: You don't have to send another picture if you don't want to, though.

Lux:

Lux: My best friend took this at my 20th birthday party.

Sirius: Can I be your shirt?

Remus: eufhiuH*700-98nf

Remus: Sorry, I dropped my phone.

Sirius:

Sirius: Your profile

Lux: The vampire?

Remus: To be fair to Sirius, you did willingly admit you want to drink his blood. Sarcasm or not.

Sirius: Vampires are sexy, promise.

Lux: Well, I'm going to get back to drinking the blood of my enemies (eating dinner). Chat later?

Remus: Sure. Enjoy your dinner.

Sirius: I think you're going to have a hard time getting rid of us.