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Sirius O. Black ([info]pad_foot) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2010-08-03 07:49:00

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Entry tags:!closed, #complete, james sirius potter, sirius black

Who: Sirius Black and Baby James James Sirius Potter
What: A meeting of generations
When: Mid- morning
Where: Building D
Rating: TBD.
Status: Incomplete.

Sirius woke up sprawled in a quite undignified manner on top of his bed, the blankets wrapped so tightly around his long body it was rather like being in a straight jacket. As he dragged himself reluctantly back to the land of the living, a sudden, unexpected wave of claustrophobia crashed over him, and he flailed, struggling to free himself. He hadn't been a fan of enclosed spaces since Moony had shared the news of his future to him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers curling around the mattress, Sirius took a moment to breathe, staring vaguely at his feet before taking a final lungful of air and pushing himself up off the bed. He found that if he thought too much at the moment, it tended to put a dampener on his good mood...

Loping elegantly into the main room, Sirius paused to bring the flat of his hand down on a battered radio, which coughed and spluttered dangerously into life, pumping some cheesy pop song into the morning air. Sirius seemed to consider the kitchen for a moment, before scoffing and turning to the window, where a full ashtray and a half finished box of cigarettes rested temptingly. He'd promised Lils he'd quit once the baby was born, and although she and Prongs seemed under the impression that that was, well, now, Padfoot himself maintained that until he'd seen the kid, it didn't count. So he slid the window open, cigarette dangling comically from his lips, and shoved his head out. Automatically, he scanned the pavement below for his bike. A rogue fly zipped across the room as Sirius noticed something.

There was someone looking at his beautiful, perfect motorbike. Well, at least they had taste. But if they touched it he would, sadly, be forced to hex them.

Sirius frowned, plucking the unlit cigarette from his lips and staring down, bottom lip caught between his teeth. From this distance, it was hard to tell, but it looked an awful lot like... A wide, wicked grin cracked the young man's features, and a moment later he had slammed the window closed and was bounding down the stairs towards the street, forcing his head through a t-shirt as he jumped the last five steps and all but exploded out onto the street. Bloody Potters. Honestly. They were breeding like rabbits. And people had said he was the one with the raging libido...

"Alright?" Sirius drawled, grin fixed firmly in place as he came up behind the newcomer. One dark, arching eyebrow lifted a fraction. "See anything you like?" He realized he was still absently spinning the unlit cigarette between his fingers.


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[info]pad_foot
2010-09-04 12:32 pm UTC (link)
Sirius' arched eyebrows quirked upwards questioningly as the new Potter looked at him like he'd just danced out of the sea. Sirius was used to odd looks. Sirius' life was made up of a series of odd looks. Moony could actually do an odd look in his sleep, he was so well practiced. So he smirked, the corners of his mouth curling habitually as he waited for an answer, fingers coiling tightly around the handlebars of the bike.

"I'm everyone's type," He grinned. It had been said before that Sirius' ego, if properly harnessed, could power cities. Combine him with James and it was remarkable they could walk under bridges. "Come on," he turned away, his attention flickering onto the bike until the engine gave a guttural, animalistic roar. Then he smirked at the new arrival. "It won't kill you."

Then again, James Sirius Potter hadn't yet experienced Sirius' driving. Especially when he was in pursuit of nicotine and caffeine.

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[info]awesomestpotter
2010-09-09 05:57 am UTC (link)
"No. Truly. You aren't my time. I like my blokes less related to me. Not to mention less addicted to cigarettes and better looking." James smirked as he slid into his seat. Yet not better looking that James himself was. Or else that would cause major issues. In all seriousness.

"If it does, I can always come back and haunt you." He returned with a shrug. James imagined that he would make a very vengeful ghost. The type that was impossible to rid oneself of.

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[info]pad_foot
2010-09-10 10:42 am UTC (link)
"Pfft," Sirius scoffed, though he couldn't help but feel pleasantly pleased by the fact that his new Prongslet felt they were related. After all, there was no blood there, at least apart from some Potter who had married his great great grandfather or something. But Harry must have liked him quite a lot then, for his son to say that. Good. That was good.

"Whatever you say Prongslet," he grinned, scooting forward a bit to allow him room on the leather saddle. "Like previous generations, you will come to love me for my humor and charm." He flashed the man his trademark slow grin, "You don't really have much choice in the matter." Then, before his companion could come back with a reply, Sirius pushed on the gas, making the engine scream and sending the bike roaring down the street. Just before they reached the corner, the machine pitched upwards, and vanished up into the cloud.

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