You wanted arts and crafts? How's THIS for arts and crafts!
WHO: Padfoot, Prongs and Moony. Lily can come too. And Ruka, if she wants.
WHERE: The roof of a certain warehouse
WHEN: Laaast Thursday?
WARNINGS: Marauding of the purest ray serene
SUMMARY: Sirius and James think they've got a working broom, and are willing to stake life and limb on it. NO THING IS WORTH DOING IF THERE'S NO DANGER OF CRACKING YOUR SKULL!
FORMAT: Paragraphs are the best graphs and you know it
"RUN PRONGS! RUN! IT CAN ONLY HELP!" Sirius was yelling at the top of his lungs, to make up for the fact that he was on his knees with laughter as his soul-brother headed at full-speed toward the edge of the roof of the warehouse workshop they shared, with a broom between his legs.
In Sirius's defense, he had his wand out and his flying motorcycle on hand, in case anything should go awry, and they'd cast enough softening charms on the street below to turn it into a concrete trampoline, but there was something inside both Messrs Padfoot and Prongs that just wasn't having fun unless their beleaguered consciences tried to point out that they were about to to something extremely stupid. Especially when they were reasonably confident that they were going to pull it off.
And the broom worked! Sure they'd only really tested it indoors, flying in slow circles about a foot off the ground, but there was absolutely no indication that it couldn't zoom off with as much speed and accuracy as any Cleensweep or Comet. James was going to be fine and this was going to be epic.
"CLOSE YOUR EYES AND THINK OF QUIDDITCH! No wait KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN AND THINK OF QUIDDITCH, MATE! Merlin, I hope someone's recording this!"
WHERE: The roof of a certain warehouse
WHEN: Laaast Thursday?
WARNINGS: Marauding of the purest ray serene
SUMMARY: Sirius and James think they've got a working broom, and are willing to stake life and limb on it. NO THING IS WORTH DOING IF THERE'S NO DANGER OF CRACKING YOUR SKULL!
FORMAT: Paragraphs are the best graphs and you know it
"RUN PRONGS! RUN! IT CAN ONLY HELP!" Sirius was yelling at the top of his lungs, to make up for the fact that he was on his knees with laughter as his soul-brother headed at full-speed toward the edge of the roof of the warehouse workshop they shared, with a broom between his legs.
In Sirius's defense, he had his wand out and his flying motorcycle on hand, in case anything should go awry, and they'd cast enough softening charms on the street below to turn it into a concrete trampoline, but there was something inside both Messrs Padfoot and Prongs that just wasn't having fun unless their beleaguered consciences tried to point out that they were about to to something extremely stupid. Especially when they were reasonably confident that they were going to pull it off.
And the broom worked! Sure they'd only really tested it indoors, flying in slow circles about a foot off the ground, but there was absolutely no indication that it couldn't zoom off with as much speed and accuracy as any Cleensweep or Comet. James was going to be fine and this was going to be epic.
"CLOSE YOUR EYES AND THINK OF QUIDDITCH! No wait KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN AND THINK OF QUIDDITCH, MATE! Merlin, I hope someone's recording this!"