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[misterprongs]

i solemnly swear that i am up to no good.

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Tell us when you come back to the ship. I want to talk to you about something.

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[misterprongs]

[ well. this isn't good. ]

Let me drop Sansa off. Be there in a minute.

What's wrong?

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Nothing. I just want your opinion on something, and I'd rather not wait.

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[misterprongs]

Meet me at my room on the Paisley?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Course.

[And he's waiting there, sitting on James' bed, reading distractedly from Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them. Possibly he ought to have waited outside, but honestly, after seven years living with a man, you tend to think of his room as your own.]

[delincuente]

[Merry Christmas, James! On the morning of the 25th he'll find a gift bag surreptitiously left outside his door, containing:

- One (1) small painting
- One (1) questionable dime store mug
- A signed card from Alex with a short personal message

Enjoy!]

[voice]

[misterprongs]

[ give him a moment -- and james sounds genuinely confused. ]

You've met my son?

[delincuente]

[wait what]

... You have a son?

[misterprongs]

[ . . . oh. ]

I gave you too much credit.

[ for shame alex!!! ]

Nevermind, then, happy Christmas.

[ BYE ]

[delincuente]

Dude, what the hell!

[SHE'S SO CONFUSED WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT]

[misterprongs]

[ fine !!! ]

It's in the future -- not now, obviously.

[ chill out alex ok ]

Remus told me about it when he got here. I thought you were having a go at me.

[delincuente]

You both think each other tells me everything, jeez!

[But she's secretly super relieved. Thinking about James as a father freaks her out almost as much as thinking about herself as a mother, one day in the distant future.]

I'm glad, though. No one needs to be putting you in charge of any kids, the way you fly this thing.

[misterprongs]

[ james has absolutely no issue with remus just hanging out in his room, and doesn't look bothered when he finally turns up. and after yanking his scarf aside to catch his breath, he opens his mouth to talk when -- ]

... why in the hell are you reading that, of all things?

[ good lord, and james shrugs out of his coat, exasperated. ]

I think you know all there's to know about fantastic beasts and where they are, mate.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He snorts.]

The fleet gave it to me last month. It's my copy too, actually-- it's got all your and Sirius' doodles in it. Very nostalgic. And I'm a bit hard-pressed for other books right now, so it's refreshing my knowledge of fantastic beasts and their locations.

All right visit down below?

[misterprongs]

[ -- well, james looks somewhat interested now that he knows it's remus' copy, but he frowns a bit at the mention of sirius. he misses sirius terribly -- there's just a void without him hanging around. they're practically inseparable.

but still -- can't be helped. and so james tosses his coat onto a chair, haphazardly so. ]

Bloody freezing, but generally speaking, fine. I didn't lose any limbs.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Thank god.

[But all of this is just idle chatter. Remus sits up, setting the book down, legs crossed beneath him.]

I met another werewolf. Isaac, his name is.

[misterprongs]

[ there's a pause at that, and james turns to face remus properly, arching his eyebrows. ]

Collection of you lot here, isn't there?

[ whether or not that's a good thing, james hasn't decided. he has no true prejudice against werewolves, but he also knows that quite a lot don't have the opportunity for control that remus has. ]

What'd he say?

[misterprongs]

Excuse.

[ almost indignant. he just ignores the first part. ]

I'm positively brilliant at flying this thing.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Just-- comparisons, mostly. He's your age-- [Ooh, that sounds weird, but Remus plows on anyway] --and he can't transform fully, apparently? I think there's a lot of difference between worlds-- but he's quite charming, if not a bit mouthy. But . . .

[What he's honestly working towards.]

Everyone's been so accepting of it. They don't care what I am, just so long as I keep myself locked away. And I . . . I don't know, it's so bizarrely different from home, and--

[He shrugs sharply, not quite meeting James' gaze.]

I thought it might be interesting to not-- to not hide what I am. From anyone.

[delincuente]

[You can almost hear the Kanyeshrug.]

Tay did it better.

[misterprongs]

[ pause ]

Tay?

[misterprongs]

[ james' brow furrows as remus talks, and he opens his mouth to talk, but he seems to stop, to really think about it.

james is a pureblood wizard, but he's a bit... bizarre with most of the community. even the nicest of pureblooded folks are apprehensive of werewolves. sirius' family is the most extreme, but all have prejudice. and if james were honest with himself, he too was apprehensive of remus the werewolf until the first full moon had passed. the world is judgmental, and cruel.

here, it does seem to be better. but james still doesn't look convinced. ]

You know that everything you choose to do is up to you, Remus. So if that's what you want, I'm behind you.

[ that being said -- ]

But people expecting you to be locked away doesn't mean they accept what you are.

[theshabbiestofmen]

No, it doesn't. But . . .

[He smiles thinly.]

I told you about the Order of the Phoenix. About how Dumbledore sends us on missions. And my last one before I was taken here was-- for better or worse-- to talk to the outlying werewolf communities. The ones who live in the wilds-- Fenrir's pack, mostly. See if anyone had any interest in joining our side-- it's not as if the Death Eaters are particularly accepting of them, you know, I thought we might have a chance.

[He isn't avoiding James' eye, exactly, but he's glancing away, staring fixedly at the wall.]

I found out that he was the one who changed me. Fenrir. He was so . . .

[His mouth twists in disgust.]

So proud. He'd thought I'd come to join them, you see, take my rightful place. And-- the things they do, it's awful, but-- I stayed, to see if I could talk to some of them. And they're not all bad-- most are, but some are just scared. They can't find work, and they don't know what else to do, so--

Anyway.

[He shakes his head.]

The one . . . the one thing that stuck out was how . . . how relaxed they were. The mission was shite, of course, but-- none of them looked hunted, or scared, and-- I just thought-- it must be nice, to not have to hide, to not have to lie all the time.

[He sighs and rubs his face.]

Sorry. That's all I was driving at.

[delincuente]

This girl's first pilot. She hasn't always been mine.

[misterprongs]

[ huh. ]

So the captain and the pilot used to be the same?

[ as he rubs his nose. ]

Don't envy that.