James C. Potter (![]() ![]() @ 2011-04-17 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !incomplete, james potter, peter pettigrew, remus lupin, severus snape, sirius black |
Characters: The Marauders & Severus Snape
Setting: Sunday, October 17 at Sundown; the Whomping Willow & Shrieking Shack
Content: NSFW (violence!)
Summary: James is completely oblivious to the game Sirius is playing with Severus, and it doesn't end well.
Status: Incomplete
A romp about the forest on the night of the full moon was long overdue. James had experienced his fill of drama for the weekend, first with the loss to Ravenclaw Saturday afternoon, and then followed by a tense encounter with his ex-girlfriend Lily Evans. That phrase took a while to stick, and frankly it wasn't one he could bring himself to swallow: 'ex-girlfriend.' And to think the entire thing was his fault, as was the match result for that matter. James was beyond convinced he could have beaten Gilderoy to the snitch if only he had made a point to lurk around the git as opposed to flying off on his own. There was no way to truly know, of course, but the boy had himself sold on that opinion nevertheless. It could have had something to do with that rather remarkable necklace Lily had given him just prior to the game. James knew well enough Celtic knots served as a form of good luck charm. Even though Gryffindor had lost the match Saturday, James still felt something good had come out of it. Lily wouldn't have felt inclined to visit him that evening if he had won and was in an impeccable mood. In its own way, that little trinket served its purpose. James refused to take it off for that reason, so when it came time to transfigure into his animagus form, a diamond patch of discolored fur remained on his stag.
He emerged from the edge of the forest in his stag form after roughly an hour of wandering about on his own, cantering toward the Whomping Willow. He knew better than to get within reach of the branches, for the tree wouldn't distinguish between human or animal. Anything that moved was fair game, and he had little need to travel into the tunnel that remained beneath that evening. They learned the night of the last full moon a stag could not make due in the Shrieking Shack, let alone retreating through the tunnel. His rack was far too large for such things. This time around Sirius and Peter would go in ahead of him, meeting Remus and luring him out after his werewolf form had taken place. Then the group would follow James off into the forest. One animal could hold a werewolf's attention, but three for that matter were damn near impossible to ignore.
James tried to consider what Remus was doing at that given point in time, likely already cooped up in the shack as he anxiously awaited the inevitable. Sometimes James failed to see that the evening didn't always mean fun and games for all the Marauders. After all, Moony's transformation usually meant a dulling of his human senses and even potential hazard to anyone he encountered. James, Sirius, and Peter didn't have to worry about such things. The thought managed to distract James from pretending to graze in the nearby grass, but it was a matter of seconds before another noise caught his attention. The stag lifted his head with both ears erect, eyes shifting to the direction of the noise. He expected to find Sirius or Peter popping out at any minute, but his heightened sense of smell told him otherwise. Whoever it was, they didn't carry the usual scent of anyone from his pack. Prongs gave a flick of his tail as he backed away slightly, but just when he was about to make a dart for the trees as would any typical stag in such a situation, he saw Sirius and Peter make their way toward the tree. James tried as he might to catch Sirius' attention, to utilize the Legilimency they had been practicing for such occasions as this. Unfortunately he couldn't seem to break through his best mate's mind. Shifting his head back in the direction of the strange scent again, James darted for the wood where he planned to watch from afar. He had no clue what was happening, but hoped upon hope the stranger would carry along on his own without any help from him. Even moreso, he hoped the individual wouldn't catch his friends in the act of slipping into the hidden tunnel. James didn't need anything else to threaten his potentially enjoyable evening out and about with the pack.