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driftfleet2016-03-14 07:11 pm
misterprongs) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-14 07:11 pm
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Who: James Potter [misterprongs] and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Paisley.
When: Now!
Ahem.
[ with a modest clearing of the throat and bright eyes, james potter looks like everything is Alright. everything is, in fact, not alright, and his closer friends may be able to tell -- but for all the world, james looks like the enthralled young man he usually is, ready to make a grand announcement. ]
As some of you may know, my birthday is at the tail-end of the very esteemed month of March, and while I normally don't request gifts, I do have a slight idea if anyone is so inclined to celebrate the day of my birth. Or I can pay you for it, whichever your heart desires.
[ PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT as james allows his somewhat weathered golden snitch to flutter into view, and he snatches it out of the air without looking at it, offering a grin. ]
I would like a broomstick. A proper one, that flies, and allows for death-defying leaps, drops, loops, stunts, and otherwise perfectly suited to play Quidditch, and before any of the ill-informed ask me what Quidditch is, allow me to explain the rules of the best game in the history of wizarding kind. I'm told it's a bit like rugby and football, but in the air -- teams of seven, and three types of balls. There's the quaffle, which is handled by the Chasers, of which there are three, and each time the quaffle is thrown through the hoops on the pitch, it scores ten points! There's also two bludgers, which are two balls made out of iron that whip around trying to knock folks off of their broomsticks, and the two Beaters have got clubs to knock them around at other players, and to protect their own players. And there's the Keeper, their job is to block shots by he Chasers and protect the goal posts -- and then there's the Seeker, whose job it is to catch the Golden Snitch, which -- this.
[ as james holds up said golden snitch, which is struggling between his fingers. dealwithit.jpeg ]
Catching it ends the game, and grants the team who catches it a hundred and fifty points. Which usually means you win the game, but there're've been instances throughout history where the bloke catches the Snitch, but you lose anyway, 'cause some people don't know how to do math properly, which I imagine happens if you've been hit in the head one too many times by a rogue bludger, and I think the last time it happened was in the early eighteen hundreds -- oi, Moony!
[ but it seems someone (and judging from james' indignation, remus) has grabbed at james' communicator, and there's a faint muttered no one cares, prongs, shut up before the feed is disconnected.
rude. ]
misterprongs] and YOU.Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Paisley.
When: Now!
Ahem.
[ with a modest clearing of the throat and bright eyes, james potter looks like everything is Alright. everything is, in fact, not alright, and his closer friends may be able to tell -- but for all the world, james looks like the enthralled young man he usually is, ready to make a grand announcement. ]
As some of you may know, my birthday is at the tail-end of the very esteemed month of March, and while I normally don't request gifts, I do have a slight idea if anyone is so inclined to celebrate the day of my birth. Or I can pay you for it, whichever your heart desires.
[ PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT as james allows his somewhat weathered golden snitch to flutter into view, and he snatches it out of the air without looking at it, offering a grin. ]
I would like a broomstick. A proper one, that flies, and allows for death-defying leaps, drops, loops, stunts, and otherwise perfectly suited to play Quidditch, and before any of the ill-informed ask me what Quidditch is, allow me to explain the rules of the best game in the history of wizarding kind. I'm told it's a bit like rugby and football, but in the air -- teams of seven, and three types of balls. There's the quaffle, which is handled by the Chasers, of which there are three, and each time the quaffle is thrown through the hoops on the pitch, it scores ten points! There's also two bludgers, which are two balls made out of iron that whip around trying to knock folks off of their broomsticks, and the two Beaters have got clubs to knock them around at other players, and to protect their own players. And there's the Keeper, their job is to block shots by he Chasers and protect the goal posts -- and then there's the Seeker, whose job it is to catch the Golden Snitch, which -- this.
[ as james holds up said golden snitch, which is struggling between his fingers. dealwithit.jpeg ]
Catching it ends the game, and grants the team who catches it a hundred and fifty points. Which usually means you win the game, but there're've been instances throughout history where the bloke catches the Snitch, but you lose anyway, 'cause some people don't know how to do math properly, which I imagine happens if you've been hit in the head one too many times by a rogue bludger, and I think the last time it happened was in the early eighteen hundreds -- oi, Moony!
[ but it seems someone (and judging from james' indignation, remus) has grabbed at james' communicator, and there's a faint muttered no one cares, prongs, shut up before the feed is disconnected.
rude. ]
Action
snape can stay in scotland. he's not here, at the moment. ]
I said that very thing, actually, when I turned up here.
[ in some amusement ]
That this must be how Muggle-borns feel when they turn up at Hogwarts, or how Muggles feel when they're told magic is real... it's a lot to swallow, but magnificent, isn't it? To do all this without magic is completely mad, but amazing. It's positively brilliant.
[ truly, and finally, james does take a seat next to her, but he leaves her more than a modest amount of space, setting the tea on the bedside table ]
And like I said, augment helps a fair bit. People knowing who I was helped, too. Alex answered a ton of questions.
Action
[She sipped her tea and then looked at him over the rim of her cup.] Your reputation proceeded you here?
Action
[ and he's grateful, really, that alex and the other members of the paisley knew him, because it made fitting in a lot easier. ]
I've yet to accidentally short-circuit anything with magic, but I'm sure it's coming -- so your area of expertise is still one-up on mine.
Action
Well stick with me and I'll show you how to be a muggle properly. [She snickered at it, the idea that he needed help was laughable and it was just a posturing sort of joke. At least here she had the advantage.]
[It lead to a silence in which she took another sip and looked into her tea, she wasn't uncomfortable and he'd been perfectly nice. Actually, come to think of it, he'd been nice ever since she'd gotten here. Blast but she hated being wrong about people.] So, patronus charms.
[Lily is the smoothest ever.]
Action
[ with a slight grin -- but at her prodding for the patronus charms, james immediately clears his throat and removes remus' wand from his coat pocket. borrowed, of course. ]
Right -- well, I hardly need to tell you how they work, right? Why they're around, so on and so forth... fighting off a dementor is nasty business, but you've got to focus on something bright. Happy, the happiest memory you've got. It's got to completely fill you up on the inside, and then --
[ and james focuses, casts it about -- the first time he and sirius figured out the secret, and transformed into animagi, the joy, the victory, the success -- ]
Expecto Patronum!
[ and, just like that, a massive brilliant white stag bursts into view, landing neatly on the ground -- an identical carbon copy to prongs, and james grins at the sight, lowering his wand ]
Easy, yeah?
Action
Oh, alright then. [He moved right into it and she sat up straighter to pay attention, always so studious. Some weren't just naturals at all this sort of thing.]
A happy thought? Like Peter Pan?[That was as much of a joke as she could manage before a shimmering silver stag was standing in her room. Antlers barely having the space to be upright in the confined space. She gasped, jumped and nearly spilled her tea, which she hastily set aside.]
Merlin's beard...[She breathed out her words, nearly a whisper and stood. She walked around the gossamer animal, completely entranced.]
Action
[ which is still useful, in deflecting dementors, but not quite so useful as this. ]
Everybody's got their own shape, according to McGonagall. [ who james inherently pestered, despite not being his defense teacher ] It's supposed to show a lot about a person, or... something.
[ said patronus stag seems fairly still and calm, but james soon dissipates it with a flick of remus' wand ]
Right tiring to practice, but once you manage it, it's not so bad.
Action
Right. Ok then.
[She reached over and took her wand, extended her arm and thought about when she was a child, playing on the swings with Petunia. They’d been happy then, though so much was on the horizon.]
Expecto Patronum? [Questioned to be sure she had it right, and then…]
expecto patronum [It didn’t have the force his had done, and there was a bare sort of silver glimmer and a bit of mist seeped from her wand but aside from that no magnificent animal leapt out. She barely had a response at all. Lily frowned.]