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[ John is in a stranger position than he's usually in when he makes broadcasts. Sprawled out on his stomach on the floor, locket in front of his face, he looks- not relaxed, but at the very least less active than he usually is. On his back rests the head and front paws of his female saber-fanged cave lion, her toes flexing every once in a while as if she's kneading his back.

There's a loud sigh. ]

God damn, but this place makes me feel old sometimes. I'm in my thirties and here we all get triple the lifespan -- I'm way too young for this. Don't know how you elves and other long-lived people do it.

[ Granted, with his enhancements, John may very well be long-lived even without the lifespan boost of the Drabwurld... but that's not the point. ]

Of course, this could be part of what happens when you join the military at seventeen and see several lifetimes of war stretch out in front of you. Not that I assume the life expectancy for most shardbearers is that high...

[ And he's being morbid. He grimaces- and then swears again. ]

Buttercup, watch your claws!

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You definitely sound like a dad right now.

[ She's smiling, though. ]

How are you? And -

[ eyebrow. ]

Buttercup?

I haven't told anyone to go clean their room yet.

[ Not Dad Enough. ]

I'm- well, like I said. Tired. Buttercup's fine, though.

Well, you haven't seen my room. You've got some time yet.

[ She's still smiling. Just the joke is enough to make her relax. ]

Is there anything you need me to do?

Not if you clean it first.

[ his giiiiirl ;; ]

Well- the usual. Stay safe.

Maybe I'll leave it a mess so you can tell me off.

[ A 'mess' being a few books out of place and an unmade bed, of course. ]

I'm doing my best. I can't make too many promises, though.

Just make sure not to bury Crookshanks under anything.

[ Hermione that's probably literally what his room looks like. ]

Yeah, I know. None of us can.

I would never! And if she did get lost then Padfoot would find him. They're best friends, you know.

[ Eh, not entirely. She shakes her head even with her smile, claws scrabbling behind her at the sound of her dog's name reaching his ears. ]

Maybe you could visit soon? When you're not busy? I miss you.

Oh, really? Does Crookshanks know that?

[ John laughs before sobering. Oh. :C ]

I miss you too. You're still at your place?

Oh, he definitely knows. He's a smart cat - he's half-kneazle, did you know that?

[ Not that she imagines everyone will know what a Kneazle is. ]

I am, but I'm not sure for how long. I don't think I'll be too safe in the upcoming battle.

No, but I also don't know what a kneazle is.

[ Information time!!! ]

Where will you go, then? Back to Caer Glaem?

It's a magical feline - very clever and very good at reading people.

[ Education for dad!! ]

I think so. I want to try and put some protective enchantments around the castle, if I can, just to make sure.

So pay attention if Crookshanks doesn't like somebody, huh?

Definitely sounds like a good idea. I'll be around, so.

In my third year a horrible wizard was pretending to be Ron's rat and Crookshanks never trusted him. Everyone just assumed it was a cat and rat thing, but Crooks just knew that Scabbers wasn't who we thought.

[ Ah!!! ]

So I can see you soon?

... Why was a grown man pretending to be a rodent?

Of course. I can stop by soon too, if you want; I've been playing taxi for Korra.

Because he was in hiding, since he framed Harry's Godfather for something awful.

[ That makes her brighten considerably. ]

I'd love that. Please?

Of course. I'll let you know when I'm on my way, okay?

Okay. I'll see you soon - [ pause. ] - Dad.

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