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[not_the_grim]

Today was their third day, and Sirius, who wasn't especially inclined to emotional generosity under the best of circumstances, thought that if James did not stop whinging soon, the population of the idiot island they'd managed to land upon would be decreasing by half. Yes, yes, James was supposed to be getting hitched, yes, the whole situation was

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[furry_lil_prblm]

Remus was quite pleased thus far with the amount of interest in the school's third term. There were several new classes being offered, and quite a number of people of all ages had signed up to take something. He'd been a bit busy as of late getting everything sorted, but he didn't mind in the slightest

[not_the_grim]

The sound of their nicknames on an unfamiliar tongue brought Sirius up short, and he darted a hand out to stop James, as well. There were plenty of reasons why it was odd, not the least of which was that they'd not seen any other people all for nearly three days.

"Am I hallucinating?" he asked James, gaze still fixed on the approaching figure.

[dammitjames]

James heard their nicknames being called as well, so he batted an annoyed hand at the one that was stopping him. He squinted at the slowly advancing form, tipping his chin towards the guy in acknowledgment as he went around Sirius, shifting his shirt from one shoulder to the other.

The closer the guy came, the more puzzled James got. Maybe they were hallucinating, because that bloke looked really familiar. If it weren't for the grey hair and being ancient, he might be able to pass for - nah.

James shook his head then ran his fingers through his hair. "Come again?" he said to the guy once he was close enough. Surely, the stranger didn't know their nicknames.

[furry_lil_prblm]

They didn't recognise him, and really, he didn't blame them. His appearance was quite unlike what Sirius and James would have expected.

"Sirius, James - it's me, Remus," he said, stopping just beyond arms' length of them instead of pulling the both of them into a bone-crushing group hug like he wanted. "Moony." His voice broke a little as he fought back tears.

[selfmade_crouch]

Barty had a few books under one arm as he headed out of the compound that he was mostly contemplating burning, if for no reason other than getting a rise out of Albus because, Ravenclaw or not, he was that bloody bored, when he saw two easily recognizable figures- and faces- appear out of the underbrush. He was vaguely pleased to see that they looked like hell, though he didn't let on for a moment, looking instead wholly surprised and totally open.

An expression that made him look younger, as well. Because every little bit helped.

"Merlin's beard," he remarked. "The golden boys of Gryffindor."

[not_the_grim]

Sirius had compiled a list in his head of people he'd hoped to eventually find on their island exodus. These included Remus (Bearing sunburn potion), Lily (So that James would stop whinging), that bird with the big tits that worked Wednesday nights at the Leaky Cauldron (Preferably topless), and his mother (Dead, with her head on a pike.) Nowhere on his list was there Little Boy Crouch.

The upshot was, at least it was someone they knew.

"Oi!" he called, and motioned the kid over with a sidelong glance to James. "Crouch! What're you doing here?"

[dammitjames]

Oh, good. The entertainment had arrived as well.

James folded his arms across his chest and shrugged at Sirius' glance. Well, at least it was someone they knew so they weren't the only ones stuck out here. Never mind that Crouch wasn't in the shape they were in. James yawned greatly. He was trying to ignore the fact that Crouch didn't look worried about being here at all. What had they missed? He wanted to add Where are we? to Sirius' question, but that would imply they were actually lost. Which they weren't.

[selfmade_crouch]

Barty strolled over, for all the world as if they weren't mortal enemies on the opposite side of a firmly drawn line. Clearly, they were from before, and that was fine.

Mostly what he was doing was contemplating a bonfire, but he merely shrugged.

"Pretending it isn't brutally hot out and trudging back to my hut to enjoy the rest of the miserable, magicless day," he said, then frowned slightly and glanced between the two young men.

"...You didn't just arrive, did you?"

[curiously_cora]

The box was actually being quite nice to her. It had given her a few nice t-shirts for Adam, nothing too bright even if she was determined to see him in neon pink and it had even given her a new pair of red wellies. She suspected it was trying to lure into a false sense of security before it gave her buttons.

Wearing the t-shirt obviously made for a much older girl, Coraline sat underneath one of the trees reading.

[Both would be lovely.]

[not_the_grim]

After nearly three days wandering in the jungle, being chased by dragons, then being told that he was stuck on an island without magic where his occasional shag was now an old man, spotting a little girl so innocuously tucked beneath a tree seemed utterly surreal. If she sprouted horns when he approached, now that would be more like it.

Veering away from James, Sirius walked over and peered down at the familiar crest upon the girl's shirt. "You hoping to be in Gryffindor?" he asked.

[dammitjames]

Right. So. Where was Lily? James was still under the impression that he could go home or that she'd be here at any minute. Instead, where his gaze instinctively followed where Sirius was going, there was a little girl under a tree, reading a book.

As much as he was loathe to follow Sirius, he also didn't want to lose him. That and the little girl had that crest on the front of her shirt. "Looks like a Quidditch jersey shirt," he added.

[curiously_cora]

Coraline looked up from her book, which was rather good and had a lot of swear words in it, and smiled at the man. He knew what Gryffindor was, which was a plus.

"No, I thought I'd quite like to be in Slytherin but a rather large man rugby tackled me and wrestled me into the shirt and put a sticking charm on me. On the inside I'm making faces like this." Coraline said seriously as she made up the story, making a disgusted face at the man before grinning. "Gryffindor is the best House. And it doesn't look like a Quidditch shirt, I have three of them and they're much longer."

[anneotherboleyn]

Strolling along under the shade of an umbrella, earlier altered so as to match the dress, Anne was not yet schooled well enough in the ways of the island to react to the appearance of the young men with anything but shock.

"You cannot be," she breathed, the regal and striking airs dropping as she ran to see the young man. "George? It cannot!"

And then she drew back before she might touch him. "You are not. Your eyes." She shook her head quite hard.

"My apologies, sir, for you are the spitting image of my brother."

[not_the_grim]

It was impossible to miss not only how beautiful this girl was, but the way she carried herself. Therefore, it was a considerable disappointment to Sirius to discover that he resembled her brother, and not, say, the dark, handsome fellow she'd been desperate to bed her.

Not that these things couldn't be corrected, of course.

"Sorry to disappoint," he replied with an easy smile and a cant of his head her way. "Was he a brother you liked?" he asked, brows arching hopefully.

[anneotherboleyn]

"He was my only brother," Anne said, "and he was my favorite." If the new not-George had known to what extent she'd favored him, he might not have been so disheartened. "There is another here who looks like the both of you as well, and I'm afraid I made the same mistake there."

She raised a hand up towards the trees. "It is a lonely place to come to, alone."

[not_the_grim]

Given that Sirius had long been under the impression that his good looks were singular, he was surprised to find that there was not just one but two other men who resembled him so closely. Dwelling on that just then, however, would have been a waste of an opportunity.

"If you like, you can pretend I'm your brother," he offered, and then smirked as he leaned closer to her. "But then I might be the one disappointed."