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[The view, at first, is lovely; the mirror shows the scenery of the city's skyline with a glittering ocean beyond from a high vantage point.]

Give me a moment.

[The mirror moves a little until it's turned to show Sirius where he's leaning back against his bike, obviously on a rooftop somewhere as he digs around in his pockets for his cigarettes. The mirror is floating in place on its own and he looks better than he has in his past messages; the shadows beneath his eyes aren't as dark, and his smile comes easier when he finally finds the smokes.]

There we are. Salutations, my good lads and ladies. I do hope that this message finds you all well.

[He lights a cigarette and takes a deep drag before exhaling into the warm air, sitting back on the motorbike with comfortable ease.]

Things have calmed down, but let's not get too comfortable, hmm? There's still work to do, and we need to talk about it. I'm sure you're all aware of what has happened, for those of you who aren't let me bring you up to speed, as they say.

[There's a thoughtful sigh and a contemplative stare into the distance.]

Apparently there was a bit of a corn creeper sneaking about, drugging festival goers and children. As can be expected from someone with a predilection for creeping in corn, I suppose. Anyway, [he waves his hand dismissively,] we got him. The interesting part is this; the drug that was being used was supposedly an experimental one developed by, guess who? HERO Labs, that's right, bully for you. HERO Labs, who paid the madman to use it. I'm not saying this to make anyone panic, but for the sake of transparency, our little maze gremlin suggested that the experimental drug has been used before in the lab, particularly as a sedative. And isn't that convenient, considering one of the very few things we all have in common is that we simply showed up here without remembering how.

So. [Sirius sighs before placing his cigarette between his lips to hang and sliding one hand into his pocket. For a moment he stares down at the roof he's on, thinking and conflicted, until he looks back up with a frown.]

I think that we've finally reached it. We're going to have to report this to an outside source, I'm just not particularly sure who. We've been throwing around theories, I'm still quite convinced that there are members of the fuzz involved. Not all of them, mind you, but at least a few. Enough to brush the local attacks under the rug, so to speak, and to try and silence the story our fairy drug mother provided. We've spoken about the possibility of the lab being involved as well and this nearly confirms it for me. But perhaps you're all feeling a bit more cautious.

Either way. [Another drag, another exhale, and another frown.] We simply don't have the authority to take care of this ourselves and we have to try to keep our noses as clean as possible. Our reputation with the local population is finally improving and continuing that trend is in all of our best interests. My thought on the matter is, we can either go to the fuzz, hope that the person we're reporting to doesn't have a distaste for the displaced. We could go directly to the Appeal, let the story hit the public first before it can get smothered. But that's all I have.

[His attention turns back to the mirror and he gives a one shouldered shrug.] It's not a decision to be made by a select few of us, but all of us. I'm here for your thoughts. So, thoughts?

WHO: Sirius Black and Lydia Martin
WHAT: Checking the maze
WHEN: Sunday
WHERE: The maze
WARNINGS: None yet.

( Ready to go? )