Date: Monday, June 17 Time: Afternoon Location: A park in London Characters: James Potter and Regulus Black
James held the journal in his hand, re-thinking for what felt like the tenth time. And why not? It wasn't as though James was going to hit him or anything, he just needed to communicate something, to have a few words. He wanted so badly to believe for Sirius, to believe with Sirius that Regulus was changed, or that he never was what they thought he was. But James had to know, to see for himself. He could not risk it on hope that Regulus wouldn't draw a wake of Sirius' misery behind him. So he opened the journal, knowing this was probably the safest and most confidential way to reach a guest at Malfoy Manor.
Private to Regulus Black
I need to speak with you. I will wait for one hour.
James Potter
Below that he hastily wrote out the address of the park and his relative location within it. He'd made no effort to conceal his appearance. He sat on a bench in the shade of a cluster of trees, watching muggle children play with a frisbee. Enough empty space surrounded him that he felt safely isolated. As he waited, either for a response of for Regulus to appear, he pulled a cigarette to his lips and took a long drag.