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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?

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[Snow, eh? Al can definitely work with that. When he sees snow in the hallway outside his bedroom door, he smiles and claps his hands. As blue energy sparks between them, Al touches his hands to the floor, and a snow sculpture appears.]

[ . . . whoa.

james catches the tail-end of it and immediately stops his own shenanigans, eyes bright. ]

How'd you do that, mate?

[ wandless magic?? with hands???? ]

Alchemy! [The voice coming out of the giant suit of armor is that of a teenage boy.] Did you do the same to make the snow fall in the first place?

[ -- alchemy. ]

... I'm a wizard, mate, not an -- did you say alchemy?

[ james is suddenly super interested. ]

Like the philosopher's stone type of alchemy?

[ that's just a dumb fairy tale -- or is it? nicolas flamel is definitely real and probably still alive, though heaven knows where the damn rock is. ]

[OK, Al was most definitely not expecting that response. Good thing his shock doesn't show in his face, because he decides to bluff-]

Yeah... one of the things alchemists in my world seek is the philosopher's stone, but as far as anyone knows, it's just a legend.

Yeah, it exists in my world, but I think only one bloke's got it.

[ with a scratch at his cheek. according to the texts, anyway. ]

Bit stupid, in my opinion, but -- anyway! How's your alchemy work, then? Looks a bit different than mine.

It makes sense, though... a stone that gives you the power to do so much? It would be devastating in the wrong hands. [As Al well knew, and that was before you got into what the stones were made of in the first place.]

Alchemy in my world involves the deconstruction and reconstruction of matter, harnessing the natural energy of the world. It's strictly limited by equivalent exchange, though- to obtain, something of equal value must be lost. So it's easy for me to, say, change the shape of this snow into a sculpture, or to change it into liquid water or ice, but I couldn't just straight up turn it into something else.

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