At the fifth book, I began to suspect that she no longer had my best interests at heart. But somehow still held out hope that it was all a lie and that in the next book she'd be all, "Oh, Jade, you thought I was serious? Surprise! Here's Sirius. He's fine. Been on a deserted island trying to fix a vanishing chest for a few months!"

And now that I'm paying Sirius mind, he's harping at me about finding him a James ASAP. I forgot what a demanding muse he is.