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[First it’s just darkness, thick darkness, like inside a pocket or closed in a hand. Well, darkness and laughter, there’s a lot of laughter, and then the device swings around, and there’s--
Well, it’s James Potter, probably. James Potter, his head bowed a little under the set of stag antlers that have sprouted from his hair. It’s very natural-looking if you don’t know that he is usually a young antlerless wizard, and he doesn’t look very bothered. He actually seems to be the one doing a good amount of the laughing, his hands holding the base of each antler before he lifts his head back up, the tips just nearly scraping at the ceiling of the room.]
If I could get the hang of this it wouldn- [He tries to let go of the antlers, to balance under them, which only lasts for all of two seconds before his laughter throws him off-balance and he has to grab at them again to keep his head up-right.
If anyone’s paying close enough attention, they might notice a few things buzzing around in the background. They look almost like fireworks, but a closer inspection would show that they are actually miniature chinese dragons - about five of them - chasing their way around the room, setting off sparks as they go.]
Ooh, mate-- that’s a good look for you, that is, very-- dashing, noble-- you were born to be a stag--
[And Sirius turns his device around on himself, with a grin. His body modification is simple: violently pink hair, and he’s quite pleased with it, given the way he keeps reaching up to touch it, almost as if to make sure it’s really there.]
If anyone else is very bored with themselves--and you should be, you are all boring--we are happy to help with your appearance at least. Personalities, you’ll have to fix those for yourselves, good luck there, but we can at least improve your looks with-- pig’s snouts, or blue hair, if you don’t fancy pink--meant to be red, but--
[There’s a crash somewhere in the background and James’ laughter can be heard again - much louder than before, before a few whistles go off. Just your average background noise, of course.]
I mean, there’s no law that says don’t do magic under the influence of-- sleep, sleep deprivation, haha-- see, we were setting traps, Remus traps, so actually maybe don’t come up this way. Highly dangerous. [Not that he’s said just where up this way is, it could be anywhere.] Actually, I think we might have set off all of the traps ourselves--
Watch it!
[Sirius’ reflexes just happen to be perfectly timed, because right as he ducks a very large and possibly-on-fire object goes flying by his head and crashes into the wall behind him with a very loud smack. It sounds almost like what a pie would sound like, smashing up against the wall at very high speeds.]
Merlin’s-- [But the exclamation is cut off by a burst of renewed laughter from both of them, helpless and hysterical, as the device falls on the floor. This is definitely the point of the metaphorical sleepover where everyone is so tired everything becomes hilarious, and it’s amid all this chaos that the sound of a door sliding open breaks in… and Remus sighs. You don’t get the privilege of seeing him, you just get to hear his voice.]
Oh, hell.
[And the video cuts off.]
[this magic under the influence is brought to you by James & Sirius, with a very small guest appearance by Remus. expect replies and enchantments from any of the above!]
Well, it’s James Potter, probably. James Potter, his head bowed a little under the set of stag antlers that have sprouted from his hair. It’s very natural-looking if you don’t know that he is usually a young antlerless wizard, and he doesn’t look very bothered. He actually seems to be the one doing a good amount of the laughing, his hands holding the base of each antler before he lifts his head back up, the tips just nearly scraping at the ceiling of the room.]
If I could get the hang of this it wouldn- [He tries to let go of the antlers, to balance under them, which only lasts for all of two seconds before his laughter throws him off-balance and he has to grab at them again to keep his head up-right.
If anyone’s paying close enough attention, they might notice a few things buzzing around in the background. They look almost like fireworks, but a closer inspection would show that they are actually miniature chinese dragons - about five of them - chasing their way around the room, setting off sparks as they go.]
Ooh, mate-- that’s a good look for you, that is, very-- dashing, noble-- you were born to be a stag--
[And Sirius turns his device around on himself, with a grin. His body modification is simple: violently pink hair, and he’s quite pleased with it, given the way he keeps reaching up to touch it, almost as if to make sure it’s really there.]
If anyone else is very bored with themselves--and you should be, you are all boring--we are happy to help with your appearance at least. Personalities, you’ll have to fix those for yourselves, good luck there, but we can at least improve your looks with-- pig’s snouts, or blue hair, if you don’t fancy pink--meant to be red, but--
[There’s a crash somewhere in the background and James’ laughter can be heard again - much louder than before, before a few whistles go off. Just your average background noise, of course.]
I mean, there’s no law that says don’t do magic under the influence of-- sleep, sleep deprivation, haha-- see, we were setting traps, Remus traps, so actually maybe don’t come up this way. Highly dangerous. [Not that he’s said just where up this way is, it could be anywhere.] Actually, I think we might have set off all of the traps ourselves--
Watch it!
[Sirius’ reflexes just happen to be perfectly timed, because right as he ducks a very large and possibly-on-fire object goes flying by his head and crashes into the wall behind him with a very loud smack. It sounds almost like what a pie would sound like, smashing up against the wall at very high speeds.]
Merlin’s-- [But the exclamation is cut off by a burst of renewed laughter from both of them, helpless and hysterical, as the device falls on the floor. This is definitely the point of the metaphorical sleepover where everyone is so tired everything becomes hilarious, and it’s amid all this chaos that the sound of a door sliding open breaks in… and Remus sighs. You don’t get the privilege of seeing him, you just get to hear his voice.]
Oh, hell.
[And the video cuts off.]
[this magic under the influence is brought to you by James & Sirius, with a very small guest appearance by Remus. expect replies and enchantments from any of the above!]
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[ no faith at all in you dude sry ]
You're gonna get stuck in something and your friend over there's gonna take a picture of it.
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[ HE'LL SHOW YOU. watch his stand up and balance. he's so cool. even if it lasts all of ten seconds before he has to hold them again. ]
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[ james pls ]
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[ said more like you wanna try, punk? ]
more action did you think you were done with action from this post YOU ARE NEVER DONE
[Begging eyes are already in place here.]
GIVE ME EVERYTHING
[ he's almost got this ]
well ok
[No? Not going to look at the begging eyes? All right, fine, moving on--]
Can I make you look like a zebra.
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james is just going to turn all of his attention on sirius now, antlers be damned. ]
Why'd you want to turn me into a zebra?
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[These are legitimate Marauder Reason.]
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Doesn't think you can do it? [ never question a marauder in front of another marauder am I right? ] We can't have that.
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[Enthusiastic! But, just checking--]
So you'll let me?
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. . .
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Alright, sure. Only for a few moments.
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[He gets out his wand straightaway, already grinning in anticipation.]
Right, hold still--
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but he stands still, closing his eyes. ]
I swear, Sirius, if you get this wrong-
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But that is not today. Today, he raises his wand, and very solemnly taps James on the nose. And now there's stripes, they snap out from the point where his wand just hit, blooming across James' face. It's a very weird image.]
Ooh--
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What? How does it look?
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[Fascinated despite himself--yeah, he's more than used to magic, but this is genius--he reaches out and touches his fingertips against James' cheek.]
Ooh, you ought to be striped all of the time.
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[ stop looking at him like that james is getting ansty. ]
Well I need to know how I look before I make that decision.
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[He beams over at James, totally pleased with his handiwork. Beautiful. But he's a gentleman, so he offers him a hand up as well.]
You're going to admire my spellwork. Just go ahead and start admiring it now.
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[ he takes the hand excitedly, sirius' pleased expression seeping into him. ]
I can't admire it if I don't see it. Or, I can't admire it properly. How's that.
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[He tugs him into the toilet and stands aside, with a brief sweeping bow towards the mirror.]
Here you are, sir. Your mirror, sir. What d'you think of it, isn't it charming. And I haven't even done ears yet.
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[ but james follows, stumbling a little because of the pulling and the antlers and a combination of the least bit of coordination he could have.
they do make it, though, and james straightens himself to get a good look in the mirror, eyeing the stripes as they run across his face and neck, before breaking out into a grin. ]
Not too shabby, actually. I do think your stripes get a little sloppy here... [ he rubs a thumb over his jaw right under his left ear, and then just laughs. ] I never agreed to ears! Just stripes, thank you.
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[He scowls a little when James begins critiquing his work--rolls his eyes, typical James, always knows better--but it's exaggerated, it's not actually meant. If anyone gets to critique Sirius' spellwork, it's James. He's the only one he'd trust to do it, to deserve to have something to say about it, and to do it honestly.]
Hold still, I'll fix 'em--unless you want to try your hand at it, since you know so much about striping. Ears would really complete the look, y'know.
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[ but he's too busy looking the work over, which takes focus because really, there's not much to critique. james and sirius have a level of trust that means they can critique - they need their work to be flawless, after all. ]
No, no, go ahead. I'll let you finish your work off- you are right, though. The more I see it, the more the ears would fit.
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[He takes James by the shoulders and turns him back to face him, squinting at the stripes--he's right, on second inspection, that little bit James pointed out will have to be fixed up--but for now, Sirius just grins at him.]
You're very pretty, Jamie. Going to be even better with the ears. Hold still now, I don't want to affix one to your forehead or something--
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