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Eames (dream_bigger) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-11-05 15:34:00

Entry tags:

eames, sirius black

Who: Beast!Eames, Sirius
What: meeting!
Where: Dream Team's house and garden
When: Friday Evening
Rating: Eames is still a Disney Person. Sirius is, uh. Sirius.
Status: Incomplete

If he was in the room with all the paintings (and he often was), he could look out over the strange town he'd found himself in. Sometimes, people walked past the grounds of the house and he watched them as they went about their business; men and women in strange clothes going towards the tall buildings he could see in the distance, young children running towards a park at the end of the road, older ladies walking their tiny dogs, all manner of people. And he remembered when he could go out and be amongst them and nobody would have run away screaming or yelled "Oh my Lord, what is that thing?" at him. And so he stayed inside, trying to draw the people he watched.

Night-time was different, though. He would go out into the gardens with the dog that lived in the house and explore. There wasn't that much space, not compared to his home, but there was enough for the dog to have a good run about. There were high enough bushes that he could play chase with the dog and know that nobody could see them barrelling through the piles of autumn leaves that were collecting all over the garden. There was enough space that he didn't feel like a prisoner.

The dog had gone back into the house to be fed, but he had stayed outside. It was a nice night, clear and with a hint of winter chill starting to creep in, but he had his fur and his cloak to keep him warm, so he was fine. Somewhere down by the park, there was some sort of tavern playing strange music and he could hear it and the people talking loudly so they could be heard over the music. He couldn't make out what was being said, but it was nice to sit down at the bottom of the garden and listen to people laughing and singing along, while his tail wagged slightly (and in time with the music).

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pad_foot
2011-11-09 06:22 pm UTC (link)

If he’d been anywhere else and anything else had been happening, Sirius might have been a bit more than mildly annoyed that everyone was going be miss his birthday. But he was in Colligo, and when stuff happened here you couldn’t really blame anyone but the bloke in charge, and even Sirius knew a cause that was that lost when he saw one. So he’d planned on spending a pleasant, if not horrendously exciting, day with Remus and Lily, but now he was heading over to drop in on Eames and the others.

He hadn’t known what Eames was dressing up as for Halloween – Sirius’ bad feeling towards that particular holiday had more or less led him to boycott the whole thing. Which, it turned out, was a blessing in disguise. But it also meant he wasn’t quite sure what exactly had happened to the older man with this experiment. When he’d piped up over the network he’d sounded like some kind of cross between Moony during a full moon and a bloke with a really bad cold. Whatever was going on, he hadn’t sounded like he was particulary pleased about it, so Sirius had taken it upon himself to cheer the poor git up a bit. And perhaps have a bit of a laugh into the bargain.

So when he didn’t get a reply at the front door Sirius sighed, stepped back, and transformed so that he could slip more easily into the back garden. Just in case Eames had gone out for a smoke. Padfoot pushed his way through onto the lawn and was almost immediately hit with a wave of ‘other dog’ smell. And something else. Something bigger and not a dog but not a person either… Padfoot twisted, grew, and suddenly Sirius was back, stood on the edge of the lawn and rubbing his nose with his palm.

“What the bloody hell-“ He looked up, caught sight of what was hunched at the end of the garden, and drew his want without really realising what he was doing.

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dream_bigger
2011-11-10 12:23 am UTC (link)

He had his eyes shut as he listened to the music, but then frowned at the sounds he could hear from behind. Some sort of chiming thing, followed by knocking, and then there was a voice. Opening his eyes, his head snapped round in time to see a man standing there holding something out towards him and he reacted accordingly. Snarling at the intruder, he was on his feet in an instant. Stalking forward on all fours with his hackles raised, he bared his teeth as he got closer and his snarls became a constant growl.

"Who are you and why are you here?" he demanded of the man as he circled round him, leaning in at one point to sniff the air and get his scent.

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pad_foot
2011-11-10 06:02 pm UTC (link)

If Sirius hadn’t been used to his friends turning into irrational, hairy animals, he might have been a bit more alarmed. Thankfully, he was currently with a bloke who had been doing just that since before Sirius had known him. Even so, his automatic reaction when Eames (Or at least he assumed that was Eames) stalked towards him was to transform, and it took a lot of self-control on the Wizard’s part to stay human. But Moony wasn’t as chatty as Eames seemed to be, not to mention the moon was still a few nights from full.

What the hell was he?

Sirius kept a tight grip on his wand, but lowered it into a less offensive position. In his experience, if a bloke who had turned into an animal (talking or otherwise) was going to attack you, he’d usually do so straight away. Still, he wasn’t about to let himself relax completely.

“Uh… I’m Sirius?” he offered, squinting through the darkness at the bulky figure. “Like the star, not the adjective. I came round for a chat, only… you know… didn’t expect the teeth. Or the growling.” He paused, and then frowned. “What’s happened to you?”

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dream_bigger
2011-11-10 09:48 pm UTC (link)

"That is none of your business!" he snapped, and then, done with circling the man, he stopped in front of him and started to walk towards him, intending to force him back against the wall of the house. He sniffed the air again as he stepped forward into the light from the front door, and growled in confusion. "You smell like a dog. Like the one that lives here," he said without thinking, before sniffing the air once more to make sure. He really did, and not just like how Belle's scent changed when she was playing with the dog. That was temporary and hardly worth noticing beyond that. This man, this Sirius, it was almost a part of him, or so it seemed.

He took another step forward, then stopped again as something else occurred to him. "Why would you come here for a... chat? Do you know Belle?"

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pad_foot
2011-11-10 10:48 pm UTC (link)

"Alright!" Sirius defended himself, holding up his empty hand as the-thing-that-was-probably-Eames appraoched him, although he adjusted his grip on his wand with the other. "I won't mention the fur, then."

Sirius backed up slightly, but then frowned and peered a little more closely as Eames stepped into the light. It looked like an attempt at transfiguration, or a botched animagus transformation. He blinked at him, pulled back from his thoughts with a mildly offended expression. "I do not!" Sirius insisted. "I smell like a proper dog."

He opened his mouth to add 'And who the fuck is Belle?' before realising that probably wouldn't be the best way to go about things. Instead he shrugged. "Sure," Sirius agreed with a shrug. "Why not?"

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