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lakeside

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"Can’t help it," James laughs, shrugging slightly. "Mum and Dad couldn’t make a gentleman out of me no matter how hard they try." It’s mostly true, anyway. And it’s not from any lack of trying on their part. It’s not about being a proper wizard, not like it seems to be in Sirius’s family; no, the Potters just concentrate on being the most proper upper class people imaginable. Maybe James should take some of the lessons to heart; after all, it might be the only way he’ll ever get Lily Evans to look twice at him.

Sirius is waiting for an answer though, so he grins widely and moves to take off his sweater. “I reckon I could make a bigger splash than you,” he taunts, glancing toward the water. “Ol’ Squidy might want a dancing partner. Maybe you’d like to oblige?” There’s a sudden image in his head of a large black dog, squid legs and arms (are there a difference?) wrapped around it, dipped low in a tango. He relaxes back into a prone position as fast as he sat up and shakes his head. “Lily Evans thinks I should take a long walk off a short pier.”

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"D'you know, Prongs, we might have something in common, you and I," Sirius replies, his grin still intact. He knows James's parents are much more concerned with being respectable and the like, unlike his own dear family, so it's really not that much that they have in common. James might have a hope of becoming a halfways decent adult, but Sirius is fairly certain he'll be wallowing in teenage rebellion well into his middle life at least.

"Don't have the coordination for it, me," he says, doing his level best to sound mournful about it. He's hopeless at dancing, despite his parents' best attempts to pair him off with every decent pureblooded cousin he's got in past, and besides Sirius really doesn't fancy taking on the Squid -- or the merpeople, or any number of other things living in that lake. At least not 'til spring. "Well, you could impress her with your diving abilities, maybe? Who knows, maybe she's got a thing for Muggle athletics and you've been playing Quidditch all these years."

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-snorts-  I’ll, uh… be sure to fill out my monster census with a bit more care and precision in the future.  Although under the bed should have been the first place I looked, I suppose.

Procrastination and complete and utter failure are two completely different concepts, thank you very much.  I lack the skill, not the discipline.  -yawns, settling back onto his pillow-  That said, the discipline is probably declining rapidly.

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-grins brightly- Popular place for dragons, that. Treasure hoards and under beds, little known fact.

-laughs- That's the spirit! Besides, you aren't completely hopeless, you were alright last time. -it's out of his mouth before he really thinks about it, but his cheeks flush a bit all the same, because he's not really sure if that particular potions tutorial is an unspoken incident or what-

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I don’t need giant squid tentacles.  I get enough monster quality time in the comfort of my own room.  -chuckles to himself because he meant it to be funny, but it seems pretty mirthless as soon as it’s completely out of his mouth-

-loudly and uncomfortably-  Anyway!  I agree, Charms isn’t terrible, and I thought I ought to get it out of the way before now.  It probably won’t take you too long.  Although I’m loath to encourage procrastination.

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-raises an eyebrow at that, but isn't sure he wants to address it directly- What, have you got a dragon under your bed? 'Cos it's not fair if you're keeping it all to yourself. 

-that eyebrow's still raised, but Sirius shrugs in a way that he's practiced -- he's gotten good enough at it by now that most people think he's naturally carefree all the time, but he's pretty sure Remus knows better; still, it's the thought that counts, he supposes, and quirks a grin to go with that eyebrow- 'Course you are. And how's Potions going for you?

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Better Hell be unleashed on the Quidditch field than in the Common Room.

-stretches a little, regretting it as his joints crackle uncomfortably; he always feels like he’s falling apart just the slightest bit when it gets this close to the full moon, like his body is preparing to let go of its skeletal structure, despite how many (incredibly nervous and uncomfortable) healers have described the exact physical processes his bones and skin go through-

It wasn’t too bad when I did it over the weekend.  The homework, I mean.

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True, the poor man's on his own this time. -pauses for a second, considering- Well, Pete's there, I don't think she hates him much.

-hears that crackle with senses that have been enhanced somewhat by his canine adventures, and frowns a little bit; he acts carefree but the days leading up to and after the full moon are when Sirius is the most worried, partly about the risk of getting caught but mostly about Remus, even if he knows this has unfortunately become rote in Remus's life-

Over the weekend, who are you? Those are times for basking in the shade of the Squid's tentacles. Anyway, Charms's never been all that bad.

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-curls up, too, as a sort of mirrored reaction and also because he’s still tired, despite his body’s best efforts to alleviate that through an unexpected three-hour nap-

Showing off?  If only Lily were as easily impressed as Peter.  -in truth, he’s glad she isn’t, not only because he admires her quite a bit but also because he thinks her high standards push James to be the best he can be, and not just at Quidditch-  Are you in for the night, then?

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-keeps watching Remus, a bit like he's looking for signs of weakness and a fair amount concerned; Remus seems like he's always tired and Sirius knows the reasons for it but it doesn't stop him from being worried about it-

Nobody's as easily impressed as Peter, Evans's probably unleashed Hell already. -he likes Lily Evans well enough, even if she can make James unbearable sometimes; this is despite the fact that she spends most conversations with Sirius looking vaguely annoyed- Yeah, I'd thought I might do the rest of Charms in the common room, but I'll leave it 'til breakfast. S'nothing Flitwick hasn't mentioned before.

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-maybe just a little bit ashamed because the more he replays their conversation in his head, the more vague the whole thing seems, and he isn’t really sure where they stand to be honest; he does know that Sirius looks damn good after Quidditch practice, but that is not exactly new information-

About as good to be expected… so where are James and Pete?

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-doesn't quite find his pyjamas but does find a shirt that isn't post-Quidditichy, and tugs that on, curling up on his bed again and resting his chin in his hands, watching Remus still a bit closer than he normally might-

Dunno, I think James might still be at the pitch, I sort of legged it up. Pete's probably around there too.

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-kind of pointedly trying not to stare - their somewhat uncomfortable conversation in the potions dungeon doesn’t exactly give him permission to ogle his (admittedly gorgeous) friend - but finds his still sleepy gaze wandering a bit more than he means it to-

Oh, uh.  Potions practice.  The usual.

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-glances over at Remus and definitely notices the staring, flushing a bit but not exactly hurrying to find a shirt because he really doesn't mind the staring and sleepy Remus is a nice sight, anyway-

Oh.

How's that going?

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Right, horrors.  Like spending the afternoon staring at newt spleens and flobberworm mucus and… Lestrange and Rosier making eyes at each other like they might be meeting in the dungeons later.  -says the last part mostly because he knows it will please Sirius, although he’s certainly not fond of either boy, as well as to distract from his sleepiness-

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-makes a face-

That is a horror. I'd need a week of rest after that, not even just my eyes. 

-yawns again and then pulls his shirt off, self-consciousness abandoned for the sake of comfort, and gets off the bed to try and find his pyjamas-

What're you doing with newt spleens and flobberworm mucus?

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-enjoys the momentary peek of skin he gets as the jumper is pulled up over Sirius’ head before blushing and clearing his throat, trying to remember the question-

Yes, well.  It’s quite difficult to be a pair of eyes, you know.  Taking in the horrors of the day.  -breaks up his sentence with a yawn of his own-  How was practice then?

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-tugs at his shirt maybe a little self-consciously, giving his jumper a momentary look of scrutiny before leaving it on a ball on his bed, shifting back a bit and kicking off his boots before crossing his legs-

Horrors, eh? Practice was alright, my feud with Bludgers remains strong and brutal as always.

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-squints even harder before fumbling around for the pocket watch Peter gave him for Christmas-

No, I wasn’t sleeping, I was only-

-raises his eyebrows at the time on the clock, frowning-

Oh.  It’s a bit later than I thought it was, I suppose.

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-takes this opportunity to peel off the jumper he'd worn to practice, because Scotland gets cold when you're zooming around on a broom, shivering a bit at the temperature change-

Only resting your eyes? -he's grinning but it's to hide the concern that's very much not 16 year-old boy appropriate- 

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-draws the curtains back when he hears the entrances and the mumbling (probably a bit prematurely considering the fact that people tend to get naked after participating in sporting events), squinting into the light of the room like he’s been asleep for a while-

Are you back early?

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-starts and then squints at Remus half-suspiciously, like he wasn't expecting him to be in the room, but it's ruined by an unstoppable yawn; once that's done he shakes his head-

Nah, practice just finished, d'I wake you? Didn't think I was as thunderous as usual.

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-staggers into the dorms, having bypassed the common room completely, pink-cheeked and sweating and still in his Quidditch robes; stretches and surveys the room before mumbling mostly incoherently and letting himself collapse on the edge of his bed-

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OOC:

Finally opening up this blog as like an independent rp blog omg. 

Please read the VERSES page! If you aren't listed under the heading of Main Verse, you fall under the heading of Other Verses -- which doesn't necessarily mean it needs to be an AU, but it will be an AU as compared to the Main Verse!

(And honestly unless approached about RPing within Other Verses, I will probably be nearly exclusively sticking to Main Verse with those listed there, so it's sort of semi-open independent RP blogging).

-Nat <3

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lakeside

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There’s always been something about the lake at Hogwarts. James doesn’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the façade of serenity amongst the bustling and hurrying of students and school life, the calm against the backdrop of the ominous Forbidden Forest. Of course, the woods are not so unknown to him anymore, and the lake is not remotely harmless. It’s still comforting, though, to have the illusion.

James turns his head toward the voice calling out to him, the sound seeming to rustle the darkness as if it were a tangible thing. Sirius is approaching from behind him, so James calls out a “Hey!” which seems to echo far too loudly. He doesn’t even think about standing; rather, he spreads himself out on the ground even further, lying now, rather than sitting up. Honestly, it’s much more relaxing to have Sirius here with him, to have any friendly face here with him, rather than being alone. Quiet is well and good occasionally, but James has had his fill of it.

“Sleepless night?” he asks, not really needing to. Living with Sirius this summer has shown him that his friend is a restless sleeper at best, whereas James hasn’t even tried to sleep yet.

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"I'm sleepwalking," Sirius shoots back, grinning into the dark and dropping onto the ground when he reaches James. He's never actually done that, to his knowledge, but he also doesn't remember a time when was capable of sleeping through the night, so anything's possible. At least at school he can wander around the grounds without too much worry about murderers and the like; London's a whole different story. "It's terribly rude of you to wake me."

Sirius stays sitting for a long moment, watching the water -- it's mostly still, aside from the occasional ripple from what is probably the Giant Squid and whatever it's dreaming, if Giant Squids even dream. "Plus, Pete snores like a chainsaw," he adds, almost as an afterthought. It's not really the reason he couldn't sleep, but it's true nonetheless and it is a genuine mystery to Sirius how anyone else can sleep with that sort of noise. Maybe it's the dog in him that hears it more. 

"Not that you've much room to talk," he points out, finally flopping back to lay next to James, and putting his hands behind his head. "Were you planning on going for a swim?"

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OOC:

Ahh hello to all new followers! Hopefully everyone is doing well~ 

I just wanted to let everyone know that the reason I'm not following back yet is that I'm not quite certain on the nature of this blog yet; right now it's hovering somewhere between independent and within a semi-closed sort of unofficial RP group.

That being said, you all seem like lovely people and when I do figure it all out, I'll definitely let everyone know and then probably start RP-ing in earnest :)

-Nat <3

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potions

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Ah, well we need frozen Ashwinder eggs, some peppermint, powdered Moonstone, rose thorns, a couple of flying seahorses, and… -wrinkles his nose- … a crocodile heart.  That’s a bit literal.

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-makes a vaguely disgusted face, because while he does relish the absurd and occasionally disgusting, a crocodile heart is a bit much-

Sounds like we're making a Muggle fairytale, is what. D'you want me to get the heart and the seahorses and eggs?

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-relieved, but still a little bit uncomfortable because he isn’t sure what that all means-  I suppose we should finish - start - the potion, now that that’s sorted, d’you think?

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-almost laughs, because the idea of making Amortentia at a time like this is both potentially hilarious and terrifying, but manages to stop himself before he messes anything else up-

Er, yeah, probably. For the sake of your future cauldrons.