Sirius Black

[The communicator turns on with a click, revealing an image of a young man with long hair that’s falling into his eyes, staring around him with a confused expression on his face.

He’s surrounded by tall hedges, and he’s looking around him curiously.]

All right, so I haven’t the foggiest idea where I’ve turned up, but I’m pretty sure James is behind this somehow. He’s just hiding from me, and I’m going to have to find him.

Except I don’t fancy getting more lost than I think I already am.

[He’s thinks he’s talking to himself at this point, since he hasn’t figured out that the communicator, which he is ignoring, is on and broadcasting. He keeps looking around, finally calling out in case anyone happens to be nearby. And yes, he’s still ignoring the communicator in his hand, until, hello, he realizes there's something there.

At which point he addresses... someone. Anyone, really.]

Unless there’s no one who lives here but gnomes or something… Can anyone hear me? I need you to tell me where I am so I can get back to Hogwarts.

[Of course, there’s no answer. Sirius sighs, and he lets his shoulders slump forward.]

This is definitely not the best day ever.