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OPEN; Enter: Sirius

Who: Sirius and anyone unfortunate enough to find him
What: New apprentice adjusts to surroundings, flirts with breaking curfew
When: RIGHT NOW
Where: Around the Castle, the Village
Warnings: Language and sexual imagery at least

I- The Castle

[Someone is going to have regrets about signing that apprenticeship contract in very short order, and it isn't Sirius Black. He doesn't do regrets, and he absolutely will not feel bad at all for all of the rules he is absolutely bound to break.

First, he needs to get his bearings. The lay of the land. He doesn't have an enchanted map to fall back on so he will actually have to get a sense of his own directions. Gross. Still, the castle itself is a fun little playground, and he's enjoying exploring. He has a good laugh at all the dick-shaped decor, and the various bondage items hanging on the walls.

He does find himself a little disappointed as he climbs the grand staircase, though, even going so far as to lean on it dramatically.]

All the other magic in this place, and the stairs don't even move?

II- The Village

[It's getting later into the evening when Sirius finally decides he's seen enough of the Castle and needs to explore the village. Someone said something about curfew at some point blah blah blah who cares. He never respected curfew before he isn't about to start now. Nighttime is when he's at his best! That's when the fun starts!

The aura of dusk around the pseudo-medieval village sets a little fire in him, and Sirius vibrates a bit with excitable energy. This is a new adventure! He's going to conquer it! He prowls the cobblestones like a stray dog, looking in shop windows and flashing grins at passersby, delighted when they titter or flirt with him back, but he doesn't linger long. He needs something that will really hold his attention, and most of the average natives of this village are not enough.

He lingers by some of the sexier shops, rubbing his chin thoughtfully at the dildos and magic bondage gear, keeping a mental wishlist for himself for when his allowance adds up a little. Oh yes, he remembers the allowance he's going to be earning.

He finally settles down a bit at the pub, where he cheerfully gets himself something he's sure is alcoholic, and may also additionally have some other effect, but he's pretty sure the other patrons aren't turning pink or swelling up like balloons, so it's probably fine. He nurses the pint right by the door, so he can watch people go by and shout to them if he so chooses to.]

Hey, mate, where's a bloke go to get some excitement around here?

[Clearly random people fucking isn't excitement enough for him.]

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[Remus is just heading back in from a trip to the market, his arms laden with baskets full of condoms and lube at Mistress's behest, when he hears a familiar voice and sees a familiar back-of-the-head standing in the entryway, climbing that huge staircase and whining. Immediately, a huge grin spreads across his thin, tired face, and he hoists his bushel-basket a little higher on his elbow before climbing up to stand a few steps below Sirius.]

I know, Pads, I was disappointed, too.

[Truth be told, he's absolutely thrilled to see his best mate here. He's missed him more than he previously thought you could miss an irritating git with more charm than should be strictly legal. But mostly, Remus has been lonely, and now the end to that is in sight.]

[Sirius talks big about his ~canine senses~ but he honestly doesn't even notice Remus approaching or following him. He's too busy frowning at the boring, mundane architecture.

But then he speaks and Sirius hears his voice and his everything lights up like a kid on Christmas. Even his slouchy posture straightens up as he turns around with a stupid grin on his face.]

Moony!

[But then he catches on that they're playing this cool. Okay, alright. He stil hops down the steps three at a time to sling his arm around Remus' shoulders.]

Okay, so is there anything cool about this place, other than the rampant phalli and naked people?

[At least, he's trying to play it cool, and it doesn't last long when Sirius turns and fixes him with that stupid grin that always tugs at Remus's heartstrings somehow. He laughs and wraps his arm around Sirius in turn, jostling him in a little half-hug, never mind the basket of condoms still slung over his other arm that's dangerously close to spilling over.]

Well, there is one thing. Our, ah—furry little friend hasn't been making his monthly appearances.

[And Remus could not be more thrilled. He even looks well-rested for the first time in over a decade!]

[Ahh, that's more like it. Sirius just isn't in the mood for trying to be stoic or anything like that. Maybe he'll feel embarrassed about having emotions later. He grins more at the little hug-wiggle.]

For real? That's fantastic!

[He leans back a little to get a good look at Remus' face.]

You look like you've actually slept, mate. I'm glad.

[He softens a little. Welp, more emotions.]

[Remus nods, and unlike any other time someone tries to get a good look at his face, he doesn't squirm and avert his gaze in self-conscious unease. He's perfectly at ease letting Sirius study him, because it's not like he hasn't seen his thin, tired face a thousand times before.]

I have! Miracle of miracles, it seems sleep comes at least for Remus John Lupin. ...Did you just get here?

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[Sirius has seen Remus' face up close and personal at all of its worst points... and he's still so terribly fond of it. All in all, it's a damn good face, even with the scars. On top of that, it's familiar. It's Moony's. But boy does it feel good to see it so... healthy.

Sirius slaps him on the back.]

I did! Getting my bearings, having a look around. A big old castle like this has to have some fun little nooks and hidden things, right?

[Funny, that. Remus happens to be terribly fond of Sirius's face, too. Even if he is a prat and it's all too smug at times. He only cowers a little bit under the hand that claps his back, his skinny frame wobbling a little.]

Oh, believe me, there's plenty of...nooks.

[It is an obnoxiously smug face. Who would like such a punchable face?

Sirius stares for a moment, before bursting into near-hysterical laughter.]

Oh, that's a good one, mate! This place is loosening you up!

[Remus laughs along, and his face turns just a little pink underneath those scars.]

It's true. In more ways than one.

[Is...Is Remus Lupin actually bragging about getting laid?

You bet your arse he is.]

[One blink, a slight squint.

Then, a slowly dawning grin.]

Is that bloody so?

[He barks a laugh, jostling Remus a little with the arm around his shoulder.]

I'm actually proud of you, mate! Fill me in!

[Remus nods, and he feels stupidly pleased that Sirius seems so proud of him. It's not like it took him absolute ages, or anything. But there's something nice about having earned his best mate's approval like this.]

A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, [he faux-admonishes, trying to hide his smirk. But he probably will anyway, a little later on.]

[Of course he's proud of you! He knows you're a thirsty teenaged boy under all your shyness and awkwardness. You finally overcame the obstacles and had some fun!! Well, sexy fun, specifically.]

Oh, please. Fine, have it your way. I can at least tell from the look on your face that you're smug enough.

I don't suppose there's any other good news I missed?

Shut up, [Remus snorts, but he's still looking pretty pleased with himself. He casts around for a moment, and then shrugs.]

Not unless you count having lost all our magic just when we've finally graduated as 'good news.'

Shan't.

[There are precious few ways to make this one shove it. You should know that by now. He snorts.]

Living with muggles did not equip me for being magicless. Stupid Mistress. She has so many rules.

[Whines.]

[Remus isn't exactly shocked that it didn't work. He wasn't really trying, after all.]

You're telling me. At least in Muggle London we had the option to do magic.

I guess we'll just have to play along for as long as it takes to get what we need.

[They will learn to adapt and make mischief here. He believes in them]

That we shall. After all, we're both clever. We'll work it out somehow.

[They're half the bloody Marauders after all!]

That's bloody right!

[He grins and holds his hand out dramatically for a bro-hold.]

[AW YEAH BRO-HOLD

maybe this place won't be so fuck-awful after all?????]

[The guard down the hall crosses her arms, looking at him incredulously.]

All the other magic in this place, and that is your concern? Are you mad?

[He is unfazed by this judgment.]

Well, perhaps. Some have claimed so.

[He shrugs broadly.]

I'm used to a castle much like this one, except its way more fun because it moves. This one has pricks everywhere, sure, but it's boring by comparison.

You seem well-suited to this place, if your complaint is boredom. Are all buildings in your land designed for fun, or do some of them have a purpose?

[He wags a finger at her] You misunderstand! Hogwarts is not designed for fun, it just is. Well, I suppose it was designed for learning or some shite.

I make my own fun.

Then I doubt not that you can make it without moving stairwells.

[She raises one eyebrow challengingly, but then her curiosity gets the better of her.]

...Why would it move? That seems more trouble than it could ever be worth.

Oh it is absolutely a pain in the arse. [He laughs.] But it's home, you know? Not that I haven't mostly adjusted to living in the muggle world after almost a year... but I miss the magic.

Oh, I'm sorry, you're probably not a witch, since you're so baffled by moving stairs and such. But you know about magic now, 'cause of this Mistress or whatever, so that's fine then!

[Sirius what the fuck even are you on about.]

Magic in my land is the preserve of the Wizards, and some say the Elves. And you appear as neither - [For one thing, you're about three feet too short for either of those species, and for another, you're not old enough to be a Wizard or pretty enough to be an Elf.] - I must suppose things are very different in yours.

As they are here.

Well I am definitely a wizard, and I have known quite a few elves who could do a little magic, but I still absolutely get the feeling we're talking about different things.

[You can practically hear the capitalizations in her pronunciation.]

So I'm gonna go with you on that one. The differences thing.

I'm Sirius, by the way.

[She considers for a moment, then inclines her head a little.]

Éowyn. May we be well-met.

...Are you truly a wizard? [Small W this time. Apparently you're not the only one who heard the difference.]

[Weirdly formal, but okay. Sure.]

Éowyn... that's a cool name.

[But then he's nodding and trying to look casually cool.] Yep! I can't do much here, since Mistress-face took away my wand and my magic, so I can learn her magic or some shite, but.

...'Cool'? [Her brow furrows. Obviously she knows the word, but what sense does it make in this context? How can a name be cold?]

[No matter.]

Well, magic is magic, is it not? [Hopefully that sounds sage rather than just trite. Hopefully it isn't too obvious that she doesn't know a damn thing about magic.]

Yeah, cool... [Ah, colloquialisms.] You know, interesting, unique, nice.

[At that, he shrugs.] You'd think so, but it doesn't always seem that way. Even back home, the magic done by wizards is basically different than magic done by other species. At least that's what I was always taught.

[He's pretty willing to believe that was bullshit, though.]

I suppose it makes sense. [She sounds a little dubious, but it actually does make some sense. A dragon's magic is not like a Wizard's, nor is a Wizard's much like the rumours of Mordor.]

It seems I am... undereducated in such matters. [She smiles. There's something in the tautness of that smile that maybe gives away how unusual it is for her to admit ignorance.]

You were expecting the stairs to move?

[How odd. The voice came from a man quite curious to greet the new visitor to the land. This Apprentice had been here for over a month now and one thing he hadn't seen was moving staircases. Many more illicit and quite lewd sights but never magical stairs.]

Well, sort-of, yeah! They move back home.

['Home' he says, like he's still a student at Hogwarts, and not a starving young adult working for minimum wage in London.

Still, he's always ready to charm someone new. He's on his guard a little more because this guy is very firmly categorized as an 'adult' (which Sirius still is not, thanks very much), but he's still smiling and putting on his best. For now.]

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