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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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My protest is more that you never asked me to be your queen, y'know.
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[ jesus christ sirius you're giving him an exhaustion-fueled heart attack here. huff huff huff. ]
Not like I'd ask anyone else.
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[He grins at James. This is your life, Mr Potter.]
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[ and there's the grin, and there's the slow creeping realization that oh. joke. right. wow he's tired. ]
Crowns I think I can manage. Ceremony might take some time, so you'll have to wait for that one.
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[He flops back, with a heavy sigh.]
O, my king and my hero.
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You can have everything you want, and more. Light of my life, my sun and stars, my queen, my love~
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[He's laughing by now, for all that breathless ardent gasping, and he twists so he can scrub his knuckles against the top of James' head, mussing his hair, really bearing down with this noogie--]
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his hair, padfoot. his beautiful hair- ]
Queen Sirius, perfect, beautiful- [ he may or may not be shoving against him trying to get away. it's hard to form words when you're laughing so hard, though. ]
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[But he's laughing as well, so his grip isn't quite what it could be--and eventually he's so breathless from laughing that he has to let James go, and flop back.]
Ah, King James, I love you so.
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[ his sides hurt. it's a testament to just how much this laughter is getting to him. but when sirius lets go, james just pushes him over, letting him flop back all he wants.
because he only needs a moment to catch his breath before he's dropping to the spot right next to him. ]
My Queen, you've made me the happiest man on earth.
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[He's still a little breathless from laughing, from this ridiculous whatever-it-is that they're doing, a game or a joke or-- no, doesn't matter, it's a laugh, that's all he needs. He grins over at James, his eyes watering from laughing so hard, and tries to catch his breath.]
Never knew-- you were so easy to please.
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[ james is just as breathless, and might very much like this spot on the bed he's taken. he might even be getting a little tired.
gasp. ]
My life revolves around you after all.
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[With a sigh, he settles down--for a moment, at least. A moment later and he's sat up again, craning his neck slightly to get a glimpse of James.]
Are you sleeping!
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[ and he most certainly jumped up from where he was laying on the bed. which...kind of ends up sliding him off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. whoops? ]
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You're a prat, Potter-- ridiculous, can't even stand properly--
[But solidarity! He slides onto the floor beside James, grinning at him.]
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And yet you love me most!
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[He's on the floor beside him anyways, and he reaches over to ruffle James' hair intensely.]
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[ have some puppy eyes to go with that grin, especially thanks to the hair tussle. ]
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[And he blows him a kiss because why not, they've come this far already.]
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[ was that an invitation to be really cheesy about catching that blown kiss and keeping it in his pocket for later? because that's how james sees it thank you. ]
'sides, I'm more attractive than any other love you'd find. And funnier.