[OPEN] All the angels on the wires || Gettin' dizzy from the heights...

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

WHO: Srs and YOU!
WHERE: ALL OVER THE PLACE
WHEN: All week long
WARNINGS: ...Sirius?
SUMMARY: Sirius flies around the city. Sort of.
FORMAT: ANY


Just because Sirius didn't have a day job didn't mean that he sat around idly. He'd moved his workshop to a new location, and had several projects going on at once to keep himself occupied. The project that concerned him most today was refining the broom that he and his friends had been working on for the past year / since he was 15, depending on how you looked at it.

...He tried not to look at it too close, it made his thoughts go crosseyed.

Having tried something different with the varnish on this one, he's decided to take it out for a spin, and will do over the course of the week as he tweaks this and adjusts that. And really, there are worse things to do than just fly around the city, seeing the sites and meeting people. All in all, it's been a rewarding enterprise.

Or it was, until something went a bit wrong, and a strong updraft sent him tumbling head over heels in mid-air!

Comments

NO IT'S COOL! Lj is still being a bit weird for me though so sorry if I'm slow.

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

The less intelligent pickpockets of the City must have been so excited to see such an obviously distracted tourist.

Sirius would later marvel at how she was able to time her greeting for just the moment when he would swoop low enough to hear it. Taking advantage of a nearby streetlamp, he reached for it and ended up with his arms wrapped around it while his legs tried to keep the broom under control.

So dignified, the scion of the Ancient and most Noble House of Black.

"Luna! ...Hello."

He'll think of something more eloquent once the broom stops trying to fly off with the lower half of him.

NO PROBLEM sorry i am just... slow because i am slow

[i-seethestrals.livejournal.com]

Oh, the pickpockets were thrilled. Until they discovered all she had in her pockets were a few strange coins.

"Hello."

Luna walked over to the lamppost, casually, as if merely meeting up with an old friend instead of an old man who was quickly and dangerously losing a battle with dignity. And pointed her wand upstairs.

"Do you want any help or shall I let your broom continue taking you on a ride? You must have somewhere wonderful to go, it seems very determined to get there."

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

"Ah- Er- Well."

Sirius. You need the help of a young Ravenclaw. Just accept it, make your peace with it, and maybe you'll be able to walk ever again.

"Do you have any ideas? I'd really rather not lose the broom..."

[i-seethestrals.livejournal.com]

She strolled around the lamppost, her head pointed upwards, staring at Sirius and his broom as if they were a particularly difficult problem in Arithmancy.

"Hm. Do you think she'll just fly off without you?"

Luna tapped her wand against her chin. "If not... can't you just let go and shout 'Accio Broom!'? Oh, well, the fall might be unpleasant..."