James Potter (snitchnicker) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-07-19 11:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, james potter, leonard snart (captain cold) |
Who: James Potter and Leonard Snart
What: Snart is magically saved from a bad fall
When: Early July
Where: The street
Ratings/Warnings: Low, maybe some language
Status: Complete
Snart had another week left of this job. Then he would be working for Peter. Building and painting things sounds a hell of a lot better than cleaning toilets and washing windows. Which was what he was doing right now. Outside on a lift so he could get to the top floors. It was a good thing he wasn’t afraid of heights.
Leonard reached to get to the top of the window, instead of making the lift go up because he was lazy. Though reaching probably wasn’t the best idea. Snart lost his footing and fell backward off the lift, reeling towards the ground.
James needed something to do with his time, something to take his mind off his parents, but it was hard. He kept himself occupied during the day, but James had no job experience, which, at 24, was apparently a red flag, and he had no idea how to go about finding a job anyway.
But for now, it didn’t matter. For now, James was just walking downtown, trying to decide what to do to fill his time. But he was pulled out of his thoughts when, from the corner of his eye, he caught a window cleaner stumble, and then fall. He pulled his wand out, hoping the guy was wearing a harness but not wanting to leave it too late if he wasn’t, and yelled the cushioning charm. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until the man fell on the invisible cushion, seemingly unharmed.
He jogged, closing the distance quickly. “Hey mate, you alright?” he asked, still concerned.
Leonard was sure this was it. How he left the world. Washing a god damn fucking window. But then something caught him. The air? It was like he was on a giant cushion a few feet off the ground. Only there was nothing there. Just the air. And then he was on the ground.
“What the fuck?” Was all he said. Not even registering what the other man said to him.
James let out a sigh of relief, glad to see that the man seemed uninjured, if not confused. “That was quite the fall you took,” James said, offering his left hand, the one that wasn’t still clutching his wand, to help pull the other man to his feet. “It’s a good thing you didn’t get hurt.”
“No shit,” Snart replied taking the man’s hand to help himself up. He brushed himself off looking the other guy over. “What’s that?” he asked not at all phased by the fact that he could have just died. He was more focused on the stick in the guy’s hand.
“This?” James asked, looking at his hand and inwardly grimacing about the fact that he hadn’t hidden it away before the man had noticed it. He was pretty sure there was no International Statute of Secrecy in this world - for one, he didn’t think there was any sort of wizarding world or wizarding government to make something like that - but it still felt strange having a muggle noticing that kind of thing.
But, well, James had lived most of his life as a muggle, so he generally knew how indenial most of them could be. “Oh this old thing?” he asked. “It’s just my magic wand. You know, for casting spells,” he said nonchalantly, almost certain that the other man wouldn’t believe him.
“Right,” Snart replied not believing him at all. Though the pause mid-fall was a bit weird he still didn’t understand what it was with this place and dreams and magic and all that bull shit. “You sure you didn’t fall too? Hit your head maybe?”
James looked up at the stand that the man had fallen from. “If I did, it definitely wasn’t from that high,” he said, and winked. “I’m glad,” that my spell worked, “you’re alright though.”
Snart looked back up to where he fell from. Yeah that was pretty damn high. And how he didn’t have a scratch on him he had no idea. But he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. “It takes skill,” Snart replied with his usual confidence. Even if he was still confused as hell.
James nearly started laughing when Snart took credit for his own lack of injuries. It would be unfair to disillusion him, it really would be, and James shouldn’t do it. Keep magic a secret, let this guy believe in himself. Be the bigger man, James.
“That’s some serious skill,” James said. “I’m impressed. Well, you have a nice day,” he said. He pointed his wand at the platform Snart had been standing on, muttered an incantation, and watched it start to lower back down toward them. “I’ll let you get back to work now.”
Snart didn’t miss the pointing of that stick at the platform and saw how it started lowering. But that didn’t make any sense. “What the fuck?” he repeated for the second time in only a matter of minutes.
Oh, it was hard to keep the grin from his face and James didn’t quite succeed at the task, his lips curled downwards despite the fact that he was obviously smiling. “Weird, that,” he said, as the lift stopped within arms reach of them. “What a strange day.”
Snart’s brow furrowed, eyes narrowing at the man. He didn’t know how but he knew somehow this was because of him. “What the hell are you doing?” Snart questioned.
“Me? Oh, nothing at all,” James answered, his grin cancelling out the too-innocent tone in his voice. “I was just walking by, making sure that you were alright.”
Snart had a feeling this guy was hiding something. Not just a feeling her knew it. Especially with that damn grin on his face. Lucky for him though after the whole falling from heights thing and with Snart’s confusion he was in no mood to question it further. “Well go on then,” Snart replied. “Keep walking.”
As far as James was concerned, he wasn’t hiding anything. He’d said exactly what his wand was for, and that should have explained everything else. But he was just as happy with the man not believing him as he was the alternative. “Good advice,” James said cheerily, and started to continue with his walk. “You’re welcome!” he called over his shoulder.