Who: James Potter and Remus Lupin When: Tuesday Where: Bungalow #8 What: Turquoise is a perfectly acceptable colour for the side of a seaside cottage. Rating: Lowish? Status: Incomplete
The new muggle shop was fantastic. Really, to James, the whole muggle world had been a bit brilliant. The stuff they made, the things they did, the way they got on without magic. And the music, of course-- gods, but the music muggles made alone would have redeemed a wholly useless population. But really, the muggle world had always seemed like something of an amusement park. A vast, sprawling, seemingly limitless amusement part. What was not to love?
Tucked under his arm were a couple of records - because the sound of the surf was lovely and all, but man couldn't live on that alone. Especially not when there was Pink Floyd in that muggle shop. Sitting in his pocket was a very handy little thing that had been labeled a 'CD player.' It had been far less expensive than a record player. Although, how he was supposed to believe that they could fit records into the tiny box without magic was a little beyond him. But muggle things had a way of sorting themselves out in ways that never failed to boggle James's mind, so he didn't worry too much over it.
The closer he got to his little cottage, the charming smell of paint fumes began mixing in with breeze off the water. He was really quite excited about this turquoise wall. For starters, it was a great colour. Oh, Ted and Ariana might not yet appreciate how charming it was going to be, but seeing it, he was sure, would bring them around. Of course, if they hated it, it'd give Remus a whole new day of painting over it. Actually, this little project had the potential to be a session of trial and error that went on for weeks.
Strolling around the side of the house, James's bare feet kicked up a bit of sand, which James largely ignored. "You know," he called, "I've been thinking- if this colour doesn't work out, maybe we ought to try a really bright red next."