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[notyourutopian]

WHO: Eleanor Lamb and Sirius Black
WHERE: Outside the MAC, then on a motorcycle then...somewhere else!
WHEN: Friday, 11/19
WARNINGS: Teenagers?
SUMMARY: Sirius offers to show Eleanor his motorbike.
FORMAT: Paragraph

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[purmoncul]

She'll hear the motorcycle before she sees it - a loudening roar that resolves itself into a dark shape flying in between the buildings. The bike is an antique compared to most of the motorcycles people drove in the city today, but it gleamed in the morning light. It's driver was dressed much more sensibly for the cold - and for motorcycles and for flying, which would only exacerbate it - in a black leather jacket (slightly too big), goggles under his helmet, and thick gloves.

He touches down easily on the sidewalk next to her, to the surprise and dismay of the other pedestrians and gives her a big grin.

"Well good morning! ...Aren't you cold?"

Sirius 'Highly Observant' Black, folks.

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor was admittedly impressed as she watched the motorcycle come flying down out of the sky to land in front of her. She'd seen cars...and motorcycles...but flying ones were new. She hadn't really known what to expect, really...but it was awesome as she thought.

And then he said that.

Well, this was not getting off on the right foot, judging by the half-glare she fixed Sirius with at that question. "I don't own any winter clothing. I don't have enough money to buy any till next week." She seemed like she might say something else, then she shook her head and tugged her jacket more tightly around her.

[purmoncul]

"Oh." Having gone straight to Moonybase, Sirius was completely spared the life lesson of not having enough money to get what he needed at any time. ...And he'd gone and wounded her pride.

"Well. You...want to see some magic? Sortof like how I got the bike to fly?"

[notyourutopian]

At least there was a reasonable distraction from her annoyance in his fancy toy. She nodded stiffly at his question, and moved over to the edge of the sidewalk, leaning down slightly to study the machine.

"Did you have to modify the machine itself, or is it a...spell?" It didn't look different from other motorcycles she had seen, aside from the age. But that didn't mean anything since she'd never had the chance to take one apart.

[purmoncul]

"All the modifications I made to her were to improver performance on the ground. The flight's magic, though." He swings off of it to give her room, and crouches down next to her, and pulls out his wand. It looks like a tapered dowel carved out of some pale wood, with a handle at one end.

"It's sortof like a spell. There's different ways of working magic: spells, potions and enchantments, and so forth. Spells aren't really used for long-lasting effects like this, or things that can be activated and reactivated at need, so what I did...if you look down here, is inscribe runes."

They're not obvious if you don't know to look, but there is indeed a tracework of runes and sigils etched around the body of the motorcycle.

"By enchanting it, the magic's permanent. Like this." He waves the wand in a few complicated circles and then...taps her shoulder with it.

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor listened to his explanation without saying anything, just absorbing the knowledge, and then she reached out to trace a pale finger along the runes he had pointed, feeling them under her skin before she straightened back up. "I will have to take your word for it, since I don't understand any of it. But it certain does fly..."

She blinked when he suddenly cast...something...on her and her dark eyes went a bit wide. "Wait-" She frowned, reaching up to touch at her shoulder lightly, trying to feel what had happened. "What did you do?" She hasn't exploded, so she isn't angry...just perhaps surprised and cross. She hasn't noticed the actual change yet.

[purmoncul]

He stayed where he was, crouched next to his bike, smiling unrepentantly. He did so like making girls make faces. I mean, he liked getting a rise out of just about anyone, but there was nothing quite like an outraged girl to start a day out right. Especially when he was sure she was about to go from outraged to super-impressed. ...Yep. Totally sure that was what was about to happen.

"I just spread my enchanting personality around a bit. Do you feel any different? Little, oh I don't know, warmer maybe?"

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor frowned at him, and then stopped being annoyed long enough to actually pay attention and noticed that she was, in fact, warmer. Her jacket suddenly felt like she was wearing a thick, fuzzy blanket. "Huh." She said softly, tracing a finger over the material for a moment as if checking for some sort of change. But whatever he had done seemed entirely...what...ephemeral? Hmm.

"Thank you," she said quietly, and then she pointed her finger it his face, maybe a foot away...as her hand burst into flames. "But ask first next time." She was smiling, but she very obviously meant what she was saying.

She tugged her hand back and shook the fire away. Sores and burns had formed on her pale skin from the flame but they faded away over ten seconds or so.

[purmoncul]

At her thanks, his grin became even more insufferable, but before he could start crowing, he found himself jerking backwards with a yelp.

"...Whoa." There was a definite note of respect tucked under that surprise.

"That was wicked!"

[notyourutopian]

She smiled, almost smugly, and was rather happy that he was impressed. Eleanor rarely enjoyed having her powers...they were necessary, useful...but this almost was fun.

"Of course it was. And that's not everything." She smirked, her hands folding behind her back. "So behave."

[purmoncul]

"From here on in, I will be a perfect saint," which would be so much more believable, if he wasn't smiling like the devil.

"But! We are getting distracted from my bike, which is hardly saint-like behavior. Do you want a ride?"

[notyourutopian]

Somehow, Eleanor didn't believe his promise. There was just something a tad insincere about that smile, really. But she wasn't all that upset by it anyway. She didn't answer for a few moments, her attention diverted back to the machine itself.

While she wouldn't have admitted it, she was a little frightened by the prospect. Flying up there, nothing below her, no water, just...air. It was unsettling. But she had agreed before he came over, and she couldn't just back down.

"Yes." She finally said, eyes flicking back to him, and she drew a hand out to point.. "Do I sit behind you like on television?"

[purmoncul]

He stands up and gets back on, right where she'd pointed, as if obeying her whim. "You do. And don't worry, it's perfectly safe. And I will actually behave, lest I find myself inconveniently aflame."

Here, she can even wear his helmet.

[notyourutopian]

"I probably wouldn't burn you too badly," she said, and sounded quite serious, as she moved over to the bike. As she considered it, she suddenly wished she was wearing pants...but at least her skirt was billowy, so it wouldn't actually be too much of an irritation.

She started to move to climb onto the bike and then paused when he offered her his helmet, a hand resting lightly between his shoulders. "I have a helmet, if I should go get that? It isn't a motorcycle helmet, but..." She shrugged. "I imagine it would work."

[purmoncul]

He looks up at her.

"Eleanor, if you are talking about a diving helmet, I am going to leave you here. Get on."

[notyourutopian]

"It is a perfectly suitable helmet," she said as she rolled her eyes, but then she finished climbing onto the bike behind him, shifting until she was comfortable. She didn't quite seem to know what to do with her hands, and then finally settled them on his waist lightly.

"There's nothing else to hold on to," she pointed out before he could make some sort of quip about it.