apparently my boss who is a professor at my school doesn’t have a cell phone and his coworkers were upset by this so they bought him a childs toy phone and labeled it “David’s jitterbug” (for those of you that don’t know jitterbugs are phones made for old people that have like massive buttons and shit) so the other day I walked into his office to ask him a question and he pressed a button on it which made it start loudly playing the ABCs and he said “excuse me I have to take this” and then started singing along to the ABCs while shooing me out of his office
this is the phone. he apparently was in the middle of a meeting with the department the other day and got annoyed so he pressed a button, said “I have to take this” and left
What if the Prisoner of Azkaban had been a different marauder?
When James and Lily go in to hiding, Sirius is the obvious choice for secret keeper. “Now is not the time for obvious choices,” Albus Dumbledore says. There are rumours of a spy within the Order, and Sirius Black has been disappearing for weeks at a time. “Mister Lupin will be your secret keeper.” Sirius hurls a glass of firewhiskey at the wall, and the last words he speaks to James Potter are screamed at him in between sobs.
The following evening, the last before Halloween, James finds Remus broken and bloodied on his doorstep, ambushed by a pack of werewolves who had heard whispers from an unknown source. It is then Remus knows Sirius Black is truly lost. James heals his friend’s broken ribs and sends a message to Peter, despite Remus’ protests.
The secret keeper is switched, and Lily and James perish the following night.
Blinded by grief, Remus tracks down Peter – the identity of the spy now painfully clear. But his injuries make him slow and Peter blows up a street full of people, not before informing them all of Remus Lupins’ betrayal.
When his ears stop ringing and his vision clears, Remus is in handcuffs.
Afterwards, Sirius stands as a broken man, barely upright in Albus Dumbledore’s office. “It should have been me,” he spits. “Why didn’t you chose me?” Dumbledore reluctantly explains his suspicions and is furiously informed of a private alliance between Sirius and his brother, a secret partnership formed in the shadows of the war, and understands the reason behind Sirius’ mysterious disappearances. It doesn’t matter now. Sirius lost both of his brothers on the night of Halloween, 1981.
“Harry will live with his aunt and uncle,” Dumbledore explains. Sirius tells him to do something unrepeatable with his wand, and slams the door on the way out.
Twelve years later, Sirius stands in the same office once again. Harry has had two near-misses with Voldemort in the last two years, and with news of Remus Lupin’s escape from Azkaban, Sirius isn’t about to risk a third. He volunteers to fill the position of the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, to keep an eye on Harry.
And ensure his old best friend can’t come within a hundred miles of him.
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