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[hatepotion]

hey, Len, here are the Lunas I promised :)

also, moles

[naireides]

James Potter and His Adventures in the Muggle World

Prompt: Casts for broken bones Given by: honourablepirate

This is sort of an aftermath of the bicycle fiasco so there are a few allusions to it, but nothing to worry about if you haven't read that part.

It was odd, James thought, that in the Wizarding world broken bones could have been healed in a heartbeat but here in the muggle world they were merely wrapped up in plaster and cloth and left like that for three weeks. Yeah right, as if hiding it was going to fix it and make him feel better.

“Stop picking at it,” Lily admonished him as she walked back into to the living room. She was carrying a glass of water and a small packet. James’ hand immediately fell from the cast which he had indeed been interfering with just moments before and he pouted at her.

“But it’s itchy!” he protested. “I don’t see how wrapping my arm in cloth is fixing it.”

“It’s helping it heal naturally,” she explained. “The cast is keeping the bones in place so that they can heal correctly. You don’t want them to have to re-break your arm, now do you?”

His face lost what little colour it came to possess after returning from the hospital. “Muggle healers are bonkers,” he declared. “I don’t see why you couldn’t just carry me to St. Mungo’s. I wouldn’t have to be tied up in this ridiculousness if I went there.”

Lily sighed. “Okay, first of all they’re called doctors, not ‘muggle healers.’ I’ve told you that at least a thousand times. And secondly, I don’t even know where St. Mungo’s is! I highly doubt it’s going to be labelled on one of my dad’s maps.”

“I could have given you directions!”

“You were too busy crying to say anything coherent!”

“Right,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. “You weren’t crying. Your eyes were just watering and some of that water just happened to fall onto your cheeks.”

“My eyes were glistening,” he corrected her. “Not watering and it certainly did not fall onto my cheeks!”

“Shut up,” Lily advised him. She passed over the glass of water she had brought with her and ripped open the little packet. “Painkillers,” she said at his confused look. “They’re like muggle healing potions. You put them on the back of your tongue and swallow with water. It numbs the pain in your arm.”

James stretched over to pick up one of the oblong white tablets with his good hand and held it up to his eyes, scrutinising it. “Do they taste just as bad as potions do?” he asked her, glancing up. He was playing with the tablet between his fingers.

Lily shook her head. “Most of them don’t have a taste really. Unless you bite into them, or they start melting in your mouth of course. Then they taste quite bitter,” she grimaced. “I’ve learnt that many a times the hard way. I never liked taking them.”

“So you just swallow them whole?”

“Mmhmm.”

James stared down at the tablet. “You mend broken bones by wrapping them in itchy cloth and swallow these little sweet lookalike things whole to help with pain.” He shook his head. “Merlin; you muggles really are something else.”

“I will admit that magic is great when it comes to broken bones though. At least then you don’t have to walk around with a sling ‘round your neck for a few weeks,” said Lily. “But muggle medicine beats Wizarding potions any day. They don’t nearly taste half as bad.”

“I agree,” said James. “Mainly because I don’t like not being able to move my hand. And most potions taste like Sirius’ sweaty socks.”

“I did tell that if you fell off the bike I couldn’t heal you,” Lily emphasised for him. “And I don’t even want to know how you know how Sirius’ socks tastes.

He brushed off her reminders. “I was doing fine. And you might. It’s actually a rather entertaining story.”

“Until you fell,” she pointed out. “I think I’ll pass on the story.”

He glared at her. “Why do I even have you around? You’re a shit girlfriend if you’re going to keep on pointing out my less than stellar moments,” said James. “You’re supposed to agree with me and say ‘yes James, you were doing wonderfully- just like you do with everything else.’”

Lily snorted in a very unladylike fashion. “Please. You don’t need me to feed your ego. It’s already big enough as it is,” she told him. “Besides, as your girlfriend I have the civic duty to make sure your head stays relatively normal sized. If you wanted ego stroking you should go date Peter.”

“Think you’re funny, don’t you?” James grumbled before he threw the tablets in the back of his throat. He took a large gulp of water and made a face as he swallowed.

“Oh please,” she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I know I’m funny.”

“Yeah, funny looking,” he shot back. “Now who has the big head?”

“Still you,” Lily quipped. “And you shouldn’t talk about funny looking, Porcupine Head. Not to mention that one arm is wrapped up in a bundle. And don’t even get me started on that nose of yours. It’s so long. And crooked.”

“You’re really on your game, tonight aren’t you?” said James, unimpressed. “I see that you’ve took it to heart about- what was it that you said? ‘Your civic duty to make sure my head stays relatively normal sized’ or some other tosh like that.” He jabbed her in the ribs and Lily shrieked out a giggle.

“Careful,” she wheezed between her laughs. “You don’t want to break the other arm by accidentally falling off the couch, now do you? Then both of your arms would be in casts and I would have even more material to use to make fun of- oof!”

Her sentence was abruptly cut off as James threw one of the couch pillows at her, sending her falling onto the carpeted floor. “Shut up, Evans.”

[cursedredwolf]

How did we get in this mess?

Ruby snorted, rolling her eyes at the pirate. "Because you thought we should see who could drink the most, a seasoned pirate or a wolf." Glancing around she stumbled into his arms. "Now where exactly are we?"

[itbegan-withapunch]

Hi my name is Dani and I'm dead by seductive Hook speech, kthx.

[cursedredwolf]

While I admit to enjoying his banter with Emma in the Enchanted Kingdom I’m really not liking what they’ve done for season 3. I get the whole ‘redeemed bad guy’ thing and I get that Emma being the main character has to have all the boys at least flirt with her but there’s honestly enough drama and tension in the show between Emma and Neil/Bae and Bae/Gold without needing to turn Hook into the far too cliche ‘love triangle’. The poor man’s been through enough without being turned into a love-sick puppy who’s only going to get his heart trampled on because Henry wants his Dad and what Henry wants he usually gets. (He wanted two mums…he got them. He wanted to find his dad…he got it. He wants Emma and Neil back together…he’s probably gonna get that too.)

Also pissed they scrapped the one and only HookedWolf scene purely because it derailed the Captain Swan ship they’re sailing with season 3.

[ofthedirewolves]

*attacks from behind* HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST PANDA. *screams into ear* I hope you have a fantastic day that involves lotses of love and magic and cake and awesome people. You absolutely deserve one. Sending you all the bean hugs ♥

Yes yes and YES..Thank you I love you so fucking much!!

[sassy-hook]

Happy birthday!! :D

Thank you! =)

[cursedredwolf]

HonourablePirate: Stowaway

Ruby slipped through the crowds, this was her chance, her escape from all those pitying faces and sorrowful stares. She didn't need them and she didn't deserve them. She'd loved Peter, but he was dead because of her, she'd murdered him and no one seemed to realise that the very person they were offering condolences too was the very person they should be running out of town with pitchforks.

The crew were gone, most likely enjoying the local tavern, so she slipped aboard the vessel, dodging the two crewmen left to guard the boat, and made her way down into the hull. Tucked in behind a couple of barrels of water, they'd touch the rum long before they sought out water, she wrapped herself up in her cloak, a coil of rope serving as a pillow. By the time they found her, they'd be out to sea and would hopefully be too much of a bother to take her back. She didn't need much, just passage to a new port, anything to get as far away from here as possible.