Seventeen Again: Part 2 (Closed RP - James / Sirius)
The bath was a cacophany of colored bubbles. Blue, green and foaming white. It smelt of sweet grass and hyacinth and the water itself was milky and warm. James had even conjured rubber ducks; one black with a lolling tongue, the other green with antlers. There was a set of bath accessaries that had been easy to transfigure. Adding in the extra detailing was just fun and maybe rubbing it in a little that James still had a fast hand when it came to that type of magic.
Getting into the Prefect's Baths had taken a bit longer than anticipated, mostly because it'd involved hexing two locks and sweet talking a guardian portrait into letting them in. On the plus side, winning over the door guardian meant that they could probably do this again in the future. And better yet, that no one who was allowed to be in here, could just walk in on them without ample warning and possibly time to escape. And escape was all for the good given the fact that Sirius was seventeen again, for just a week and their close brush in with Lily.
The invisibility cloak hung over a hook and James was busy turning off knobs. Padfoot was the one currently using his charm to triple ensure they wouldn't be interrupted. Whomever had thought a hunting dog was an appropriate bathroom monitor had completely forgotten about the possibility of an animagus.
"Pads stop licking yourself and showing off and come in the tub before the stench gets permament."
Getting into the Prefect's Baths had taken a bit longer than anticipated, mostly because it'd involved hexing two locks and sweet talking a guardian portrait into letting them in. On the plus side, winning over the door guardian meant that they could probably do this again in the future. And better yet, that no one who was allowed to be in here, could just walk in on them without ample warning and possibly time to escape. And escape was all for the good given the fact that Sirius was seventeen again, for just a week and their close brush in with Lily.
The invisibility cloak hung over a hook and James was busy turning off knobs. Padfoot was the one currently using his charm to triple ensure they wouldn't be interrupted. Whomever had thought a hunting dog was an appropriate bathroom monitor had completely forgotten about the possibility of an animagus.
"Pads stop licking yourself and showing off and come in the tub before the stench gets permament."