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PS Dear Prongsy,

Right, we will watch your pet for you so you can have a nice shagging weekend alone with your own mistress. I think we've still got some kibble left to feed it and I promise to remember to let it outside when it needs to have a wee. As long as it promises not to have another wee on me because that's no way to greet your godfather for the first time is it now? Teach the thing manners, Sir Prongs. Better than the one's you've got because as I recall you also wee'd on me when we first met. I mean I'm sure it's understandable to be anxious when in the presence of greateness SUCH as myself but really, Prongs, not on, not on at all.

People are always weeing on me anyway and I don't need it from my best mate as well. (I'm a liar you know.)

Anyroad! Bring the beast by the flat or slip it through the letter slot or somesuch thing and we'll have a nice weekend together. I'll teach it how to hunt in the great wilderness like a real animal!

-Love, Padfoot

PPS: Lily, my flower, you know I am a liar, so please do not hit me when you come over, because then the Remus beast laughs at me and my unmentionables get a bit droopy when my ego deflats. And that's not on at all, either. Got to keep that ego big and strong! For crushing Slytherins! Yes! Love you too, goodbye!