Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-08-14 16:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | remus lupin, sirius black |
Remus Lupin & Sirius Black.
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY mysteriousmoon)
who → Remus Lupin & Sirius Black.
what → Sirius has just bought his flying motorbike, and Remus said he would consent to a ride. Because Sirius knows Remus might try to back out otherwise, he heads there first thing after buying...SO FLYING MOTORBIKE TIME!
when → Thursday; 16 August 1976; 9 o'clock am. FORWARD-DATED FTW.
where → Remus's house...AND THEN THE SKY.
warnings → TBD
It was a clear, sunny day in Liverpool, and Remus was enjoying the fresh air. What a pleasant day, he thought to himself, so calm. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining -- a light breeze even blew in through the open window. He could not help thinking what a beautiful little cliche he was living at that very moment.
He had already eaten breakfast, so he was now busied with straightening his room. He never allowed it to get very messy, as he was an obsessively tidy fellow (a fact that tended to earn him such a loving variety of teasing), but even he could not sleep in a bed without mussing it at least a little bit. Smoothing out the wrinkles in the comforter, he smiled with accomplishment. Victory! A roar in the distance caught his attention, but he shook it off. It was probably someone mowing the lawn. For a summer day, it was remarkably breezy, after all. The heat was not entirely unbearable. When he looked out the window, he didn't see anyone mowing, so he chalked it up to his imagination. As he reached for a book off of his bookshelf -- a bit of Blake would be nice -- the roaring came again, this time more distinctive. He paused to listen.
Today was already promising to be the best day of his life. Or best day of his summer, at any rate. Sirius had risen early, which was by far unusual for the bloke, but none the less he had gotten up with the sun. (Much to his mum's liking.) He had it all rehearsed. He would tell his mum he was going to visit his favourite uncle (Uncle Alphard) for the day. Not only would this also earn his mother's favour (which he didn't care for in the first place), but there was no way she'd stop him. His Uncle always covered for him as it is, so he wasn't concerned about being caught "in the act".
Of course explaining both the missing Galleons from the vault and the new contraption would be interesting, but he lived by the concept that it was better to act now and beg forgiveness later than it was to ask permission and be told no.
Once he had the glorious bike in his possession, Sirius knew exactly where he'd go first. To visit Moony. After all, he wasn't going to take the chance and let his mate change his mind after all the convincing it took to get him to agree. James would forgive him for being second this time around, Sirius knew he'd understand his logic about getting Remus on the motorbike before he could change his mind.
Coming to a somewhat graceful landing, emphasis on the word somewhat, Sirius parked his bike in the Lupin's back yard, and headed around to knock on the door. This was brill, and he knew Remus was going to change his mind about calling it a death trap as soon as he took a spin on it. Besides, it was hard not to have fun when Sirius was this excited about something.
When the roaring stopped and was suddenly replaced by muffled knocking, Remus abandoned his book to check out the situation. When he found the source of the sound (the back door), his mother was already answering the door, looking puzzled at why a teenage boy would be in her backyard. In fact, she looked even more puzzled as she caught sight of a motorbike, though the slightly pained look was the cue that Remus should intervene as soon as possible.
Covering up his surprise and pretending he had expected Sirius to show up unannounced in his back yard with the death bike, he walked over to where his mother and Sirius were standing.
"Hullo, Sirius," he said, setting a placating hand on his mother's arm. He knew she didn't hate Sirius and James, but he could tell they made her nervous. She was embarrassingly protective, and now he wished he had come down the stairs faster. Even if he didn't necessarily want to ride the bike, he knew Sirius was excited, and he would have preferred his mother didn't know. Sensing that she was about to say something along the lines of what is that?, he said a quick and pleasant "I'm going out for awhile, but I'll be back later," resisting the urge to add the word hopefully to the end of his sentence.
Slipping out the door before she had the chance to object (and pondering how to make it up to her later), Remus exhaled. "Well, then. This is the death bike, is it?"
"Hullo, Mrs. Lupin," Sirius said with a small wave, and immediately followed up with, "Goodbye, Mrs. Lupin." At least he was polite, right? Of course, he certainly wasn't going to argue with Remus seemingly rushing him out the door.
"Oi, Moony, do I look dead to you?" Sirius threw an arm around Remus's neck and ruffled up his hair giving him one of his best noogies. "I flew on it here, didn't I? Managed to land fairly well also, but, er, one of your mum's rose bushes may not have done so well at the surviving." Sirius let laughed this off quite jovially. In fact, he was about as happy as he could possibly be, and he certainly wasn't going to give Remus even the slight opportunity to change his mind.
"Ready, mate?" he smirked.
"It was probably a fluke," Remus said off-handedly before adding, "And my mum's poor rose bush -- we should definitely leave before she figures that one out. She already thinks you and James are a terrible influence on me," he said with a quirked, slanted smile.
Straightening his clothes unnecessarily, he gave the bike a suspicious look and sighed. "As ready as I will be. It doesn't seem like I will be able to get out of this, and you're awfully excited, so I have no choice but to indulge you. Where are the helmets?"
Sirius gave smirked, "Us? A bad influence? What ever gave her that preposterous idea?"
"Godric, you sound like Andromeda. Saftey first and all that rubbish. Does this head of hair look like it needs helmet hair?" Sirius teased, or rather half teased. If Sirius had his way he'd never use a helmet, but he didn't want to be nagged by either Andromeda or Remus.
Tossing Remus a helmet, Sirius gave beamed. "You, my dearest Moony, are about to get the ride of your life. Stop looking so bloody apprehensive and prepare to have fun, will you?"
Sirius placed a helmet on his own head and sat down on the bike and looked expectantly at Remus, before smirking, "Look at it this way, if we do die then you can haunt me in the after life and we'll spend eternity together and all that rot. What more can a bloke want?"
"She must be off her rocker, I dunno. You two are so mild-tempered and well-behaved," Remus said, trying somewhat unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. After catching the helmet, he strapped it securely to his head. "Am I? For you, I will try to have fun. Try being the operative word. Meaning it might not happen, but it with the best of intentions."
After giving the bike one last suspicious look, he climbed on directly behind Sirius, awkwardly trying to figure out what to hold on to. There weren't a second set of handles, after all. "You bet I will haunt you. An eternity with my murderer, sounds lovely," he said with dry amusement.
"An incredibly charming and more attractive that should be legally loud murderer," Sirius smirked. "Other's would die to be in your place." He knew it was a rather bad pun, but for some reason, he simply couldn't help it. Here he was, the owner of a flying motorbike, with Remus actually giving into his persistence and going for a ride on it. It was clearly a day that any horrible puns could be forgiven.
"Together forever and all that rubbish," he laughed and revved the engine. "But if you aren't looking to die, I do suggest you hold on to me. Might increase your odds of survival a smidge." It was one of those unwritten rules. When one daring bloke got a less than daring bloke to do something on the dangerous side, all rules of male with male behavior went out the window. Besides, it was just Moony and Padfoot, no one would think twice about it. "Just don't squeeze too hard, I will rather need to breathe if I'm going to keep us alive."
Feeling a little bit flustered, Remus did as he was told, wrapping his arms around Sirius from behind. He had been hoping there would be another way, as this was nothing short of embarrassing, but it seemed there was not. He supposed he could forfeit his pride in favour of his life. At least it didn't seem to bother Sirius. Then again, most things didn't bother Sirius.
"You're such a funny bloke," Remus said distractedly, looking down at the grass as if to say goodbye, my dear, stable ground; I shall miss you immensely. "We ready?"
"To quote an overused cliche, I was born ready," he laughed. That was all the encouragement he needed for them to take off. He wasn't going to give Remus a chance to back out now, and every second on the ground was a second wasted. With no particular direction in mind, Sirius started the motorbike and took off.
So the take off wasn't perfect, much like his rose bush crushing landing, however, once in the air, it wasn't so bad. It hadn't taken Sirius much to become a natural at this, as he was fairly good on a broom and flying is flying. Much like he had expected, and told Andromeda, once he had gotten used to the shape and size of the motorbike, he found that it was far easier to control than a broom (and much more comfortable).
The moment the motorbike lurched into to the air, Remus clutched Sirius tighter in a very manly and not at all alarmed sort of way, and most certainly not as if he was concerned he might fall off and die if he didn't nearly suffocate Sirius.
Now, he wasn't scared of flying in itself -- he may not enjoy broomflight, and he really would much rather keep his feet planted on the ground, but the bike simply seemed different. It wasn't until they had evened out in the air that he released the death grip to a more reasonable degree. After a moment, he even allowed himself to accept that it really wasn't so bad, after all, and the worst part seemed to be over.
Relaxing a little (he had been somewhat board-like for the initial take-off), he looked down at all the little houses. "I hope no one saw us."
"Why, Moony, are you trying to say you are ashamed to be seen with me?" Sirius joked. No one would ever be ashamed to be seen with him, after all, least of all one of his best mates. "To think, I was so generous and chose you as the first person to get a ride, and you're worried about being seen with me. Oh the pain, it hurts me so," he laughed.
Remus had a point, however, Sirius didn't worry about things like that. Rules, restrictions, and anything of that nature, were stuff for others to be concerned with. That, and if he was seen, then his picture would likely end up the Daily Prophet, and birds seemed to flock to people who were famous!
"Not so bad, is it, mate?"
"That's definitely what I was trying to say. You have no idea the torture it is for me, walking down the hall with you lot. It's an embarrassment," Remus said with clear amusement, quirking an eyebrow even though he knew Sirius could not see him. Or, well, he hoped so, as looking back would make taking the focus from where they were going. Though really, they were in the sky, which had far less things to crash into...but no matter.
Shrugging a bit, he turned his attention forward. "I suppose there are worse things," he answered almost pleasantly. Not quite, though, because he wouldn't want to give Sirius a big head or anything.
Sirius roared with laughter as Remus mentioned them being an embarrassment to him. They weren't an embarrassment to anyone after all, that was simply preposterous. Feeling his confidence on the motorbike increase, Sirius thought it was high time to have a little bit of fun. "What do you say we find out how fast this thing goes, Moony?" he smirked, knowing that he was likely going to cause more alarm in his friend.
What fun was a motorbike ride if he didn't care Remus a little. It's all about living on the wild side. Without giving Remus much time to answer, he gunned it, watching the speedometer quickly climb.
"No, wait, what are you doing?" Remus yelped, once again exacting a vice grip around Sirius. "That was good before, we were fine, good pace--" He wasn't frightened -- they were just going very, very fast, very, very high off the ground. That was all. The wind was whipping loudly around them, and the world below was but a blur. Burying his face between Sirius shoulder blades, he called out, "Tell me when we're no longer attempting to break the speed barrier!"
Sirius would have laughed harder now, completely amused about his mate's reaction. After all, it was exactly what he was aiming for. However, as Remus now had a death grip upon him again, Sirius was finding it difficult to breathe, let alone laugh.
Finally slowing down, Sirius spoke "Oi. Moony, I'd like to breathe again!"
This, Sirius was positive, was most definitely the best day of his life. Everyone should be so fortunate to have a flying motorbike. Well, perhaps not everyone as it would greatly decrease the added sex appeal he gained after becoming the only person he knew of that had one. Still, up here, flying around, with one of his closest friends in tow, Sirius was quite certain this was a high that couldn't be synthetically reproduced.
Once he felt the motorbike starting to slow down, he loosened his grip once again, feeling that breathing was a decent trade for slowing down again. "Thank you. Were you trying to kill us, hmm?" he asked, his tone caught somewhere between crossness and pleasant relief. He actually didn't mind the bike so much when they were not whizzing unnecessarily fast. He would not say this aloud, and he still very much preferred the ground to the air...but still, it wasn't bad. Or not as bad as he had expected.
"I already told you I'm far too sexy to die," Sirius laughed. "Besides, if I were trying to kill us I'd do it with more style than simply going fast. Think we can make this thing fly upside down?" Sirius was smirking as he asked. He had absolutely no intentions of doing such a thing, however, Remus didn't know that.
"Oh, how silly of me to forget." He was just beginning to settle back into relaxation -- daring to smile, even. This pleasant, content state was brought to an abrupt halt once again when Sirius made his ABSURDLY DANGEROUS suggestion. Remus looked utterly stricken, once again clutching Sirius tightly. "Upsi--SIRIUS BLACK, DON'T YOU DARE."
It probably wasn't the nicest of behavior, doing this sort of thing purposefully to mess with his friend. However, Sirius couldn't really help it. He was far too amused by Remus every time he felt his friend seemingly try to squeeze the life out of him.
"You, mate, are an utter kill joy. Sometimes I wonder why I even put up with you," he teased as he began descending. He had flown in a rather large circle and they were now approaching the Lupin household once again, and instead of pressing his luck, Sirius figured it was better to land now, if he ever hoped to get Remus on his motorbike again.
"I suggest you hold on tight, Moony, the whole landing rubbish is a bit.. tricky."
He wasn't lying about the tricky part either, as the previously crushed rose bush could be evidence of. This time, however, it wasn't simply a rose bush that was being crashed into. Bloody fuck, Sirius thought, as he realised his miscalculation too late. He attempted to pull back up, but, as they were still going rather fast, they found themselves barreling through an attic window. Thankfully the house was vacant (as it was up for sale) and they weren't going to get in immediate trouble for this. (Or trouble at all, as even had there been a witness, no one would have believed a motorbike could crash into an attic window.)
Well, Sirius Black had style, and no one could deny that landing in an attic had flair. (He knew he and Prongs would be laughing about this soon.)
Remus had tried not to scream when he saw house coming suddenly at them. He scarcely had time to think surely we are not going to hit that before they were hurling through the attic window of one of the vacant houses near his own. It was at about that time that he let loose and screamed, refusing to let loose his death grip on Sirius, even as they crashed to the ground in a shattering, booming THUMP.
"Are you trying to get us killed?" he asked in a (perhaps higher-than-normal) muffled, scolding sort of voice with his face still buried between Sirius's shoulder blades. It was a good thing they had helmets. He wasn't angry at Sirius, but honestly! HONESTLY. "Couldn't you have, I dunno, landed normally? What if someone saw us? This poor house," he said, finally moving his head to look around, blinking his eyes back into focus.
Sirius's reaction was quite contrasting to Remus's. In fact, where Remus seemed annoyed or livid, Sirius couldn't have been more amused. He roared with laughter, before standing up and brushing himself off.
"How wicked was that?" He wasn't worried about being seen, no muggle would believe their eyes if they had seen it. The house could be repaired. They, as far as Sirius was concerned, were in the clear. Most importantly all three of them (Remus, Sirius, and the motorbike) had made it through it one piece.
"Kept my promise, didn't I?" he asked, giving Remus a devilish smirk.
Remus peeled himself away from Sirius with some embarrassment as Sirius moved to stand up -- he hadn't meant to attack his friend like that, but really!
"'Wicked' is not exactly the word that I was thinking in my head," Remus said, making a face as he moved to brush himself off as well. He shot another anxious glance around the room before taking off his helmet.
"Barely," Remus replied, looking at the Sirius-Remus-and-motorbike-shaped hole in the attic.