who_lived (who_lived) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-04-06 19:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, harry potter, {sirius black, {sookie stackhouse |
Who: Harry Potter and OPEN, with a cameo by Sirius Black.
Where: Front dining car.
When: Friday, around lunch time.
What: Harry has a run-in with some territorial pheromones. Sirius redirects him with the promise of lunch. (If anyone wants to have an encounter with a different sort of pheromone in the dining car, go for it! I'm good with it just not being Harry's day. If not, that's fine too.)
Rating: G/PGish?
Harry had been defending the car for an hour. Thankfully, the space in question was the baggage car, and was not as popular a destination as some of the private touring compartments or entertainment cars to the back of the train. Thus far, the young wizard had seen no one except a slight, bare-footed teenager who peeked through the glass but did not enter the compartment. She’d scampered away when he’d leveled his wand, making any further attempts to defend the room unnecessary. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt so possessive of the baggage car in particular, but the agitation could be easily written off as left-over stress. He was upset. He was having a hard time processing. He needed his own place, not a shared bedroom or a crowded entertainment car. In the moment, the territoriality seemed completely rational to Harry, and it didn’t even cross his mind that he ought to open a window or attempt to leave. When Sirius appeared in the doorway, Harry almost slipped and jinxed his godfather as part of a pre-emptive strike. The older man didn’t know how lucky he’d been, but he did recognize sudden horror on the younger wizard’s face. “All right, Harry? It’s time for lunch.” “I can’t leave,” Harry protested, but he was so shaken over his slip that he abruptly realized he wasn’t alright. “…why not?” Sirius questioned. “You can take the books out, you know. They’re not nailed down.” It was an attempt at a joke, but the older man wasn’t going to wait for the younger to make up his mind. Black loped in, clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder, and started to physically lead him through the door. “It might not be empty when I come back,” Harry protested. “Someone else might claim it.” “Aaaaand?” Sirius clearly didn’t understand. “It’s my space. It’s quiet.” “Harry.” Although he wasn’t the best at offering comfort, Sirius was clearly trying to be reassuring. “You have my word; I’ll sit here outside the door and guard it until you get back. Go and eat something.” The gentle redirection became a shove as Sirius propelled Harry through the corridor and into the next car. The grip remained on his shoulder until the middle of the car, where it would be harder to turn back. Once out of the overwhelming pheromones, Harry took a deep breath and surprised Sirius with a guilty, embarrassed hug. "Eat something," Sirius instructed while patting at his godson's shoulder. "I'll find you later. We'll Apparate out and see what there is to be seen in the desert. Dress as mummies, frighten some tourists - we'll think of something." They'd parted ways when Harry, free of the pheromones and feeling foolish, had told Sirius there was no need to guard the baggage car. The older wizard ambled off to find a new pastime and Harry had set about trying to put together a sandwich out of left-overs in the refrigerator. Horseradish and roast beef weren't so bad, but instead of lettuce there was broccoli, and the only cheese he could find was a mysterious white sliced substance. He wasn't sure he wanted to risk it. In the end he'd taken the adventurous route, with a layer of scalloped cheesy-potatoes in lieu of mystery cheese, and had taken his food to the dining car to eat it. The sunshine coming through the window was a little intense, but it was nice to get a look at the outside world. |