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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

action.

[steeledskin]

I saw all the matches. All I was allowed to see, at least.

[ she misunderstands. after all, what's a match except a match-up of knights come to compete in the lists? the other meaning is lost upon her. ]

action.

[misterprongs]

Ah -- no, see...

[ james, of course, has no matches, but -- ]

A match is a stick, with a bit of flint at the end, and you strike it against something else, and it creates a spark. It's the Mug -- the non-magical way of making fire.

[ at least, in his time period ]

action.

[steeledskin]

[ so far as sansa is concerned, the non-magical way of making fire is to command a servant to do it for you -- but by now, she's managed to judge her conversations in the fleet well enough to know this explanation wouldn't be welcome.

instead: ] I suppose he might've used something like that. I confess I wasn't near enough to know -- our seats were in the stands.

action.

[misterprongs]

[ quite a few pureblooded wizards feel the same way. ]

Odds are, you're probably right. But.

[ a pause. ]

Magical fire is pretty easy to conjure, if you do it properly.

[ james surveys the snow around them, though. ]

I'd show you, but I'd hate to melt the snow.

action.

[steeledskin]

Another time, then. [ she isn't disappointed because she loves the snow, and would hate to see it gone. and because it feels as though small steps are best when it comes to understanding these things. the snow makes her smile; fire, she thinks, would frighten her. best to leave it to later. ]

But make me a promise you'll show me. Eventually. Please?

action.

[misterprongs]

[ james dutifully crosses his heart with a finger. and on second thought, as sansa might not understand the reference, he says: ]

You say the word.

[ lightly. james doesn't mind showing off, and certainly not for polite young ladies. ]

But let me know, in the future, if you ever need anything. That's the only thing I'll ask in return, and I'll be your personal magical entertainment.

[ there has to be a reason sansa lied about her name, after all. and surely whoever the reason is, isn't here, because she came clean so neatly -- but still. gryffindor. ]

action.

[steeledskin]

[ silently, she thinks she would rather have a knight at her disposal. but perhaps a magician will do -- a sorcerer, commanding arts that mere westerosi men cannot recognize. ]

You seem to be getting the shortest end of that stick, ser.