[mirror, encrypted to Sirius]

[thelionharted]

[James is slouched out in the hallway of the Xavier Institute, though it's probably hard to tell on the mirror.]

Oi, Pads, where are you? I'm bored to bloody death in English without you and who cares about Julius Cesar anyway, sodding old Roman bloke.

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[purmoncul]

[It takes a few more moments of prodding before Sirius responds. It's dim, wherever he is, and it's clear he was asleep.]

Shu'p 'bout Julius Cesar, you phil'stine prig. Julius Cesar's twice the man we are. We collect'vely are. And he's dead.

Why're you in English? You're not in English, you're'n a hallway. 'S no class in hallways, James. Moony *YAAAAAWN* doesn't let us....

Zzzzz.

[thelionharted]

I am on an extended bathroom break, for your information. [He'll be shining his wand at the mirror now, because wake up, dammit!] Where are you?

[purmoncul]

[Sirius flinches and puts the mirror face-down on his chest, which lends a muffled, rumbly quality to his reply.]

I am in a land made entirely out of hate for you. You and your wand.

[A beat, and then the rest of Sirius's brain wakes up and thinks about something beyond the fact that he is in a dark, comfortable place and James is talking to him. He picks the Mirror back up and holds it over his head. He seems to have been having his little kip on a wooden bench or...a pew?]

Wait, you're at school? Oh bugger me what time is it?!

[thelionharted]

Eleven-thirty in the morning, Mr. I-Have-a-Pocketwatch.

[purmoncul]

Oh, hell. And Miranda is... oh hell.

[He rolls to his feet, wearing yesterday's clothes and starts putting his boots on. As the mirror moves, James will get a view of the room Sirius is in, which seems to be the chapel of a church.]

How bad is it? What'd they say at breakfast?

[thelionharted]

Not bad, they just wanted to know where you were. I told them you were off polishing Miranda to impress some girl. Should talk to Bluffles or Moony, though.

Why are you in a church?

[purmoncul]

Because Heine lives in one. Bless you, Prongs. I owe you for this one, I really do. I shall light a candle for you on the way out.

No, no, I'll just go get Miranda and meet you in the parking lot and you can fill me in on the highlights of the day in case someone asks something. NO ONE NEED KNOW.

[thelionharted]

Right, yeah, I'll head out there then. 'S nothing terribly important, just lots of blathering about Cesar and Brutus and ugh. At least you'll be there for the more interesting classes?

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[purmoncul]

You have no soul for history, brother. Although Cesar Augustus was fairly amusing as well, I will grant you.

In any case I'll be faster on four legs than two, so talk to you later!

[And so we shall draw the curtain for a moment while James attends class like the good citizen he is, and Sirius runs around the city as a dog and then flies his motorcycle on invisible-stealth-mode to the Institute, like the complete moral degenerate that every adult he's ever met suspected him of being. There he waits for James to join him after the final bell.]

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[thelionharted]

Ugh, I do too, when it's not boring Roman emperors. I like exciting history.

See you in a bit, Pads.

[Ahahahaha James Potter is, yes, the very model of a modern wizard citizen. (Possibly a good one.) He heads out to the parking lot and perches on top of Miranda just because he knows it'll annoy Sirius.]

Next time, warn me if you're skiving off and I'll join you.

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[purmoncul]

BOOTS OFF THE LADY!

[He will kill you, James Potter.]

And I didn't plan it. I'd've taken you, but it's Heine. He's tetchy enough as it is, and after yesterday I didn't want to...overwhelm him.

[Yes because you are not the most overwhelming person all by yourself, Sirius.]

permaction!

[thelionharted]

Oh, fine, touchy touchy. [He moves his feet then, rolling his eyes dramatically.]

Right. Yeah, good thinking. What the bloody hell was that, anyway?

[purmoncul]

I'll tell you once we're up.

[Sirius nudges James back and swings onto the bike himself. Between he roar of the engine and he wind, he's comfortable talking about anything without danger of being heard.]

As far as I can tell, he sortof...went werewolf. Not that he is one, just...you know how Moony gets, when he switches off and the monster switches on? Apparently something Terry did triggered that.

[thelionharted]

Bloody hell. Good thing we're helping him out together then, eh?