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[misterprongs]

i solemnly swear that i am up to no good.

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[theshabbiestofmen]

[He's four years younger, not yet exposed to all the horrors and battles he will-- but right then, Remus feels closer than ever to James. His stupid thick glasses and his fiercely concerned expression, his willingness not to blindly go along with his friends, but to try and make them happy--

Thank god for James Potter, he thinks, because there's few better people in the world.]

Tell them.

[A dry little laugh, the self-loathing there evident.]

And I suppose have you agree wholeheartedly, so if it goes bad I can come running.

[misterprongs]

So tell them.

[ it's said at once, and james offers him a lopsided grin -- almost instantly at ease, comforting. but then james pauses and reaches out to shove the werewolf's shoulder lightly, his tone turning slightly scolding. ]

You know I'd be here even if I didn't agree, Moony. Don't be stupid.

[ daring, nerve, and chivalry set gryffindors apart, and all that. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

I know.

[He does, actually, and Remus shoots him a little smile.]

Suppose I'll camp out in your room when I finally make the announcement.

[misterprongs]

If that's what you want.

[ though james is hesitant and suspicious, he also believes the best in people. he doesn't believe remus will have much difficulty at all in telling the fleet about his secret. ]

You can tell them you've got me to help manage it, if you like.

[ james gives approx zero shits if people know he can turn into a deer. it's not like the wizengamot is going to fine him here. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Are you sure?

[He glances over at him.]

It's a big secret, Prongs.

[misterprongs]

Not as big as yours.

[ james shrugs slightly. ]

Besides, people will just chalk it up to being magic. Nothing special about it.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Well. I'll keep it in mind, anyway.

[It's one thing to reveal his secret; another to toss James' into the wind. Though the Paisley is already aware of Prongs-- but it still feels odd, throwing it out there. He supposes he'll see, when the time comes.]

Perhaps I'll just blurt it all out at four in the morning.

[misterprongs]

I always make my best decisions when I blurt nonsense out at four in the morning.

[ of the utmost seriousness ]

Fairly certain that's when Padfoot and I came up with the Animagus idea, anyway.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Sounds about right. You can blame that or the fact we were all thirteen at the time.

[misterprongs]

It worked, didn't it?

[ through a lot of hard work, and practice, and effort, and risk -- but it worked. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yeah.

[He gives him a slight smile, rueful and grateful all at once.]

Anyway. I'll give you a heads up before I post anything.

[misterprongs]

[ there's another slight shove of his shoulder, before -- ]

It'll be fine, whatever you choose to do.

[ just saying ]