James "Prongs" Potter (_cervus_) wrote in abaeterno_rpg, @ 2021-11-13 06:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: sirius black, l: space, u: james potter |
Who: James Potter & Sirius Black
When: 12th November, evening (backdated - my fault, sorry!)
Where: The Stinkpit (aka. Room 35)
What: Talking, plotting, general ramblings.
Warning: Language, almost definitely. Will update if needed.
As boys, James and Sirius had often snuck across the dorm and into each others four-posters, talking and plotting behind curtains and silencing charms until the small hours. As teenagers, it had happened less - after The Willow Incident, the summer that Sirius had run away, full moons without Moony - but it had been there. Then they were men, and the midnight whispers had been replaced by Order missions and afternoons on the bike. Until they'd arrived here, anyway.
There hadn't really been any kind of discussion which had led to Sirius moving into room 35. There hadn't needed to be. All James knew was that he needed him close, and so there he was. As Sirius had always been. The days and nights had been full of long, convoluted, rambling conversations that swung dramatically and frequently between the terrible and the ridiculous. Games, puzzles, challenges - each getting more complicated as the days passed, and several arguments about how they should redecorate.
Of course, there had been plenty of times of silence, as well. Where one woke strangled by a nightmare, or getting out of bed seemed one step too far. Hours spent staring unseeingly at the walls. But the other was always there to pull them out of it, or at least sit beside until it was done, and so time had passed.
"So the conductor first," James summarised from his position on the bed. "You never know, maybe he takes requests. He could drop us off right where we - Merlin's arse. What am I doing wrong here??"
James used Sirius's wand to gesture to the ceiling, which he'd been attempting to charm to replicate the Great Hall at Hogwarts. However, at the moment it seemed to be presenting the infinite majesty of space as seen through very dirty bathwater.