Sirius O. Black (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pad_foot) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} colligo_threads,@ 2011-04-29 22:41:00 |
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| Entry tags: | james potter, sirius black |
WHO: James Potter and Sirius Black
WHAT: Ultimate Bromance. Hanging around. Shutting up a few paintings. The usual.
WHEN: This afternoon.
WHERE: The playground (Also known as the exploded 6th floor) of building C.
RATING: Medium. For language. Almost certainly.
STATUS: Incomplete.
Sirius had arranged to meet James after work, and when he turned the corner to approach building C, the mop of untamed hair that belonged to his best friend was instantly recognisable. Sirius didn't get why James wasn't sixteen any more, but if he was completely honest he wasn't about to complain.
It was just like when Remus had been thirty and then, suddenly, he'd come back and he was twenty - Remus had still been Remus when he'd been older, but he hadn't been the version Sirius was used to. And James had still been James, but once again... it hadn't been quite right. Now they were all here, and they were all the right age and everything was good again.
Apart from everything that had gone completely tits up. But Sirius was good at ignoring things that he didn't want to think about. Avoidance was his specialty.
Not that the two boys not being teenagers any more had changed them much.
Sirius bounded up behind the other man and did a rather reasonable job of catching him in a quick headlock, trapping James's head under his elbow and digging his knuckles through the tangle of thick black hair to scrub at his scalp. Of course, James was a hell of a Quidditch player, and Sirius was all too aware that he'd be thrown off within a moment and made to pay, but it would be wrong to waste his benefit of surprise.
It was just like when Remus had been thirty and then, suddenly, he'd come back and he was twenty - Remus had still been Remus when he'd been older, but he hadn't been the version Sirius was used to. And James had still been James, but once again... it hadn't been quite right. Now they were all here, and they were all the right age and everything was good again.
Apart from everything that had gone completely tits up. But Sirius was good at ignoring things that he didn't want to think about. Avoidance was his specialty.
Not that the two boys not being teenagers any more had changed them much.
Sirius bounded up behind the other man and did a rather reasonable job of catching him in a quick headlock, trapping James's head under his elbow and digging his knuckles through the tangle of thick black hair to scrub at his scalp. Of course, James was a hell of a Quidditch player, and Sirius was all too aware that he'd be thrown off within a moment and made to pay, but it would be wrong to waste his benefit of surprise.