Sirius O. Black (srslypadfoot) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-06-21 01:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | james potter, sirius black |
Who: James and Sirius
Where: Baggage claim
When: Monday afternoon
What: Two mischief-makers arrive in the zone.
Status/Rating: Incomplete, medium for language
Some leaden weight on his chest. That was the first thing Sirius was vaguely aware of in the fleeting spaces of consciousness. "Mmrrrnfff– Gerrofff," he half muttered, half growled, blindly shoving at the weight with his hands.
What he wasn't expecting was for the weight to drag him down with it. The fall wasn't far, but it was just far enough to make Sirius curse as loud as a sailor and open his eyes.
His poster of Ziggy Stardust was not what he opened his eyes and blearily saw. Luggage. It was sticking to the ceiling. Turning his head, he saw more. Lining the walls, piles and mounds of it. Belatedly, he noticed his head was on a bag.
"What the bloody fuck–?" Sirius growled and pushed himself up. There were so many things wrong with the picture he was seeing. His room was filled with luggage. Not only that, but it looked bigger than it was and when the feck had his bed turned into a bench?
That's when he saw a head of messy hair and everything made sense. "Sprog or no sprog I'm going to murder you with a wooden spoon, you bastard!"