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[misterprongs]

i solemnly swear that i am up to no good.

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[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 ]