PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Good morning,

I wonder if someone could be so kind as to direct me to the nearest connection to the Floo Network? I appear to have had some sort apparating mishap, and it's probably safer for me to use the Network until I can figure out what exactly went wrong.

Many thanks,
R.J Lupin.

Why isn't Lorcan here, yet? It's scary without Lorcan. And why do people keep trying to run me over? What did I ever do to them?! I was just crossing the road. People here need to be nicer. They need to be in Hufflepuff!

So. LA. I didn't think the international quidditch matches were for another few weeks. But this is clearly some sort of...hotel room. If you call this a hotel, rundown roach trap that it looks like. I knew Dorkins was a cheap bastard, but Merlin, this is just ridiculous.

Gudgeon? Jenkins? Gorgovitch? I swear to god, if this is some sort of haze the rookie prank, you're each going to get a hex between the eyes.

So, this is one bloody confusing situation and I don't know about you but I am all for figuring this out. Where is everyone exactly? We should pick somewhere for us all to go and figure it out from there.

Okay, I'm definitely pissed off now! Seriously.. what the fuck? Did someone turn my bag into a portkey? I shouldn't even be here.

Not in this place, not in this time. Someone better give me answers! I demand an explanation for this bullshit. Immediately.

MUUUM
DADD
LORRCAAAN!!!!
JAMES POTTER IF THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR JOKES IM GOING TO.. PLAY OVER FIGHT SCENES IN MY MIND!
ICANT BREATHE WHAT IS THIS THING?!