Rooms

[After this and the subsequent trip to Hogsmeade.]

[Locked to Hogwarts]

Location: Prefects' Bath, 5^th floor (password: Amortentia; yes, it is an odd one. I did not create it. Please do not tell me it is odd. I will jinx your toes to your eyebrows.)

Time: Sunset, 2 August

What: A birthday celebration for the Saviour of the Wizarding World, Harry Potter, & a bloke named Neville, hosted by your favourite Gryffindors, Sirius Black & James Potter, & that alright one, Remus Lupin

Formal attire most decidedly not recommended.
Drinks will be offered.

[After this.]

[Lavender. The spigot spewed it, lilac, lolling, bubbles bowing, the air rich with it and heavy with wetness. James floated in the miniature sky on his back, backstroking in a swath through white. His glasses were removed, set aside on the lip of the large stone tub, sunken into the tiles of the floor, shining as they were like the scales of a mermaid's tail. Not a real mermaid, mind. But the sort that lounged in sugar-dyed glass nearby, giggling and splashing about most enticingly in stained waves. Scaly blues, aquatic greens inlaid in the ancient room. It reminded the young man in the bubbles of a Turkish bath, and he closed his eyes.

He enjoyed the suspension of weight.

It was similar to flying, he thought. The weightlessness.

But that thought was overshadowed by the toss of journal and quill, by the prick of tears as he considered the harsh truth of mortality. His parents were dead. He wouldn't see them again, whatever Sirius said, and how was he supposed to cope with that? There would be no funeral, no procession or remembrance. They were gone, long gone, as he himself supposedly was. Perhaps he—or some version of him—knew them, in the Great Beyond. Perhaps they were together.

He breathed out his nose.

Tightness curled in his chest, around his heart.

There had been no progress made in dressing himself. James was having a bath, and Sirius' presence didn't change that. He'd bathed in the room before, as it was open to Quidditch captains, and he'd learned long ago to not care much about his own nudity (unless Evans was around). Sirius would simply have to deal with it.]

Happy birthday, Neville.

Exactly what rules do I have to follow when I'm forcibly removed from my time period and thrust into a world where I have met an untimely demise and am forced to spend summer holidays at school. I'll need a list.

[Marauders]

If I don't get an answer in 13 minutes exactly we are blowing this place. Guess what I found.

Please tell me that was a joke when I saw a calendar saying that the year was 1999.

The last time I started writing people in books, it didn't turn out so well.

[Public, obviously overlooking that other post.]

Uh. Something's different?


[TOPSECRETLY ROMANTICALLY LOCKED to Victoire W.]
Are you up?

Who: Sirius, Victoire, and James trying to be inconspicuous. - And then Teddy - AND NOW REMUS
Where: Madam Puddifoot's of course
What: Well Sirius is pretty sure he's on a date, and Victoire is pretty sure she's going to hex someone. Should be good.
When: Right After this madness
Warnings: So many swears. So many

( Wankstains On Parade )

This had better not be preemptive detention. While it is completely realistic to assume that I'd need a full two months of detention before school even started, I should have been told. I had plans. I had two months of extra sleep planned before I had to come back here.

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