The time for hesitation is through.

Alright. So what did we ever do to them? What did Malorn-Sirius ever do to them, for that matter? Those heartless bastards. Those scum, trimmed the Tree, and now it provides not shelter from the wind and rain, nor the sunlight. Now, let me know you this, when you've been sitting in comfortable darkness for a year, a glaring white wall is quite a problem. Curssse the yellow face! It burnsss our eyesess! But yes.

And we who remain loyal to The Tree decided to form us a Cult. Hell, why not? Sirius be the name of it, and we, the Sirites [or is it Siri...what was it?]
Yeees. Feel the guilt.

So today begins a new era for those of the tree. An era of mourning and old times lost.

In other news, I think the maths test went quite well, and I updated my devart account if anyone's interested.

Ohmygod! THE DOOR IS OPEN
Harry Potter fans! This means you! Oh, the fandom. The Fandom!

Happy Birthday River!!