Sirius O. Black (srslypadfoot) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-09-09 21:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | james potter, sirius black |
Who: James and Sirius
Where: The HMS Giant Tentacles
When: Friday, between the hours of two and four in the afternoon
What: Fishing. With explosives. & other sundries.
Status/Rating: Incomplete, tbd
What better way to catch those fishes than with explosives? Perfectly logical, if you asked Sirius. No need to go through all the hassle with poles and strings and hooks and bait. Not to mention all the yawn-inducing waiting around, waiting for one single fish to bite. James had the right idea, make no mistake of that.
How James was clever enough to find explosives, or cook them up, he would leave to mystery for now. Best to keep some things uncertain. It gave them that extra whiff of danger he so loved to inhale.
"Ready to board, Captain Sexy Pants?" he called ahead, lazily sauntering up to the shore where James and the HMS Giant Tentacles were waiting. He was wearing his swim trunks, a white wife-beater, and his studded leather collar. His face bore a little mauve mark on the right cheek, the bruise where Remus had decked him.