Sirius Black (burnedbranches) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-22 18:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !harry potter, *log, remus lupin, sirius black |
Who: Sirius and Remus
What: Bros being bros in the South of France
Where: A beach near Cannes, but not too near.
When: Recently
Warnings: Lots of swearing because Sirius. And also probably drinking. And general juvenile delinquency.
The thing about being a wizard was that it wasn't hard to find a place to park your transfigured motorbike carriage, two horses (one dumb and one stupid), 4-6 other wizards, and a bloke called James Potter who spent an inordinate amount of time wandering the trails around Cannes in stag formation making the locals uncomfortable with his stare and his chewing. It was hilarious.
The carriage, and dumb and stupid, were right on the beach, hidden from muggles - with the best view in town for the cost of absolutely nothing except for all the food they seemed to be consuming at breakneck speed. They were definitely not going to last here until school started, but it was nice to dream about. And gave Sirius dramatic things to say about how they shall just have to stay and die rather than admit defeat. But everyone knew that the moment Sirius even felt the slightest twinge of hunger he'd be the first one packed and ready to go. Luckily they weren't at that point yet and everyone was still well fed. And wined. That never seemed to run out and Sirius was beginning to think James had fallen in with some underground wine ring that was going to come after him for the debt payment. Another reason they couldn't stay until school started. James Potter's life of crime.
The inside of the carriage was not what anyone muggle would expect either. It was huge. They all fit comfortably. There were beds. And rooms. And blankets and tables and a radio. It wasn't a bad set up at all. Even though the radio was charmed to play nothing but The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, on constant repeat which Sirius found great joy in but no one had turned the radio on in a few days. Another reason they couldn't stay until school started.
He was sitting on the beach, knees bent and elbows resting on them as he watched a storm over the ocean that would be showing up sooner rather than later, but it was neat to watch. Swim shorts and a tee shirt, even in the middle of the night, he was drinking one of the seemingly endless bottles of wine and having a fag. It had gone quiet, for once. And he was rather enjoying it, but for one who couldn't sit still and someone who's mind seemed to constantly be racing, he didn't last for long in the silence on his own. The only thing left to do was trudge back, wine bottle held by the neck in one hand, cigarette hanging from lips and slight stumbles to the door of the carriage where he hollered, "REMUS FIREWHISKEY LUPIN GET YOUR PASTY ARSE OUT ONTO THIS BEACH RIGHT NOW." Slammed the carriage door behind him and trudged right back to his spot and waited. Cackling. Just a bit. At James cursing a loud string of curses that made Sirius proud to know the young man.