#no response

I HAVE A HUGE PROJECT/PRESENTATION DUE TOMORROW, AND MY GROUP MEMBER ISNT RESPONDING

SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE THE SLIDESHOW, AND SEND ME A PICTURE OF THE EDITED ROUGH COPY ONCE HER MOM EDITS IT FOR US

ITS 9:40 PM, AND SHE WONT RESPOND

SHE HASNT TOUCHED THE SLIDE, I CHECKED

AND SHE HASNT BEEN ONLINE IN HOURS

Wolfstar, March 10, word count 279

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Barty was twitchy when they met up. He kept looking over his shoulder as though expecting to see someone there. 

“They know about you, well, not who you are, but they know he’s been seeing someone,” Barty told him as they hurried down the bustling high street. “They’ve got him at Grimmauld Place. I only know because my father went round to sign some papers or something and spotted him.” Barty spun and grabbed Remus by the shoulders, so hard Remus was sure he’d leave bruises. “Do not, under any circumstances, try to contact him. They’ll have his phone and hunt you down as soon as you try to call him.”

“But he has two phones, the one they know about and the one he uses for us.” Remus tried to argue. Barty shook his head and loosened his grip on Remus, and they started walking again.

“We can’t risk it. We just have to hope that Moody does his damn job, and they take them down as soon as possible,” Remus felt completely useless. He wanted to help Sirius more than he’d wanted to do anything in his life. 

He tried to do what Barty told him to, but it had been over a week now, and he hadn’t heard from either of them, so he broke and sent Sirius a message. 

“Hey, how’s it going?” There, that didn’t give anything away. He didn’t get a response, so he got ready for bed and put his phone by his head so that if Sirius messaged back he’d know straight away. 

He was almost asleep when he heard glass shatter from downstairs. Someone had broken into the kebab shop.