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09:34pm 20/05/2005
  Sirius sat on his bed, idly strumming his beat-up guitar. It had been a birthday present from the other guys, and he found that playing helped him think. He began to humming under his breath as he contemplated his next prank. Things were beginning to grow boring around here, and someone needed to do something about it. That someone was him.