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[misterprongs]

Who: James Potter [misterprongs]
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Marsiva.
When: Now!

[ james potter now has access to a wand.

whether or not he asked for remus' wand, it is not known. the answer is probably not, but look, remus is a very forgiving individual, and while atroma apparently did not trust james with his own wand (rude), his much more responsible werewolf friend has his. and as remus is so kind, surely he wouldn't mind if james borrowed it for a moment or two.

which means --

if you are wandering about the ship, in random hallways, near rooms -- it is snowing. there is no rhyme or reason, but mysteriously, james seems to be present in the affected areas, his hands in his pockets, looking astonishingly calm for such freak weather occurrences. and once he leaves, the snow seems to leave with him, as if it were never there.

also, he might have left a snowman in front of your door, if he particularly likes you. it may also look exactly like you, with a few exaggerated features. and a mandatory hat.

it may also shriek NOOOOOOOOOO when you attempt to knock it over or move it out of the way. alternatively, the snowmen may follow you, but whenever you look at them, they stop moving and look awfully shifty.

weird, right.

after about an hour of this nonsense, james sends out a text message: ]

Anybody need warming up?

Comments

SNOWBALL FIIIIIIGHT

[delincuente]

[Well. This is... new. And cold. Alex gives a little hum of acknowledgement, pulling the sleeves of her sweater down over her hands. Just another day living in the clutches of an anonymous supernatural force.

... Not that she isn't going to have some fun with it. Pulling her wand from her boot, she mutters a spell. The snow intensifies, falling in a larger radius up and down the hallway, and piling more heavily on the metal floors. Magicking up a parka and some mittens, Alex grins. Now this is a little more suited to a snowball fight.

Be wary walking down the halls this morning. You might just get hit by a handful of snow, hurled out of seemingly nowhere.]

SORRY REMUS YOU'RE NOT GETTING YOUR WAND BACK UNTIL VICTORY IS NIGH

[misterprongs]

[ thunk.

there is a slight moment of stunned silence, because james potter, hit with a snowball? and after quickly removing his glasses and shaking the snow out of his hair, he cleans them with a quick tap of remus' wand and immediately flicks his wrist.

james, the clever wizard that he is, could normally do this without a word. but as it's not his wand -- ]

Wingardium Leviosa!

[a dozen chunks of snow levitate -- and james rolls them neatly into balls with a roll of his wrist. and so they hang there. menacingly. ]

Come along, Miss Alex.

[ taunting. he knows it's you, you little shit. ]

You're challenging a professional.

[delincuente]

[Alex rounds the corner, buttoned into a magicked-up parka and smiling like she knows some sort of secret. She flips her wand between her fingers, and the snow on the floor around her shifts and slides.]

Drop the "Miss" and I might go easy on you, Potter.

[misterprongs]

[ there's a short laugh, and a grin, and he takes half a step to the left. gauging, gauging... ]

I'd never be so crass as to ask a lady to go easy on me, Captain.

[ sassy af that's james potter ]

Are you going to surrender peacefully or am I going to have to fight my way out through force?