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

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

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!

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The look Andromeda gets from Sirius...let's just say that it does not appear withing the 'appreciative' category. The one he gives Lily seems...almost betrayed.

He looks down at the mess on the floor and moves his wand again. Pieces of broken glass twinkle and pull themselves back together, and soon a rack of vials and boxes rocks itself upright, just as it was before the couchrodile hit. Sirius walks forward and picks a small empty ampule up and looks at it for a long time.

Somebody knew just what a Potions Master would want.

His grey eyes are still hard as he looks up, first at Lily and then at Andromeda. When neither of them give him any clear confirmation, he looks back down at the little glass object for another moment before pocketing it.

"Sirius." She doesn't like this, having to put herself between her cousin, whom she likes, and this man who she feels she ought to at least defend -- but she'll do it, because it feels as if it's the right thing to do. It might've been easier for her to let him walk away with that little ampule, but she suspects that Snape won't tolerate it and she's not going to let this situation explode again when it seems like it's finally starting to calm down.

"Please be so kind as to deposit that back where it belongs on your way out." Prove to me you're better than this, she doesn't say -- because saying it out loud leaves more room to be disappointed, and she'd been around her family long enough to know that disappointment was something they did well. She'd given her family her full share of it running off and marrying Ted, and she was sure she'd failed them many times before that in their eyes.

She glances to Severus briefly, brow arched at the sulky teen look. "I swear to Merlin, if I have to bind you to your bedframe for a week so that you don't undo someone else's hard work of not letting you die, I will."

Silences or not, Snape's eyes flash with unadulterated hatred as Sirius dares to take what was both hard won and freely given to him. His hand is up, wand pointed again, uneven teeth ground.

But Andromeda is buying Sirius time to prove he can be the better man as Snape fights the charm, breathing still labored and harsh. His eyes flick to Andromeda as she addresses him, and he drops the wand a fraction of the inch, but manages a voiceless snarl in Sirius' direction. He will not let that man treat him like this, not after so much at the hands of these tormenters.

Of course, he's just tossed a couple of days of healing right out the window... much like how his good intentions sent them out there afterwards, to help the man.

Next time, he'll just let Sirius risk splattering himself on someone's window. Will serve him right.

The look Sirius gives her stings a little, but she swallows that, and gives him a look, because really, he's acting like a toddler, and it's not something she wants to deal with. "Give it back, Sirius." She says it quietly, in an 'I'm disappointed with you' sort of voice.

Sirius rolls his eyes at Andromeda, and then looks at Lily with disgust when she also misinterprets what he's dong. It's a look he hasn't given her since their early days at Hogwarts when she used to defend Snape's behavior. Snape doesn't even warrant his attention. He holds his palm out and suddenly there is a second, identical vial in it. He tosses one of them, presumably the original one, more or less at Snape, grabs the broom where it's floating in midair, and apparates away.

He could have flipped everyone the bird, but that lacked the proper nuance.

Unfortunately for Sirius, Andromeda has the disadvantage of a number of years away from her cousin. Clearly they have diminished her ability to understand exactly what he's doing.

Once Sirius apparates, she lets out a breath and then sighs.

"Finite incantatem," she mutters, wand pointed at Snape. She looks over to Lily, glad to see that -- well, they didn't have to forcibly remove anyone.

"Now, would you like to make some attempt at explaining what exactly we walked in on?" Because, unlike some of her other relatives, she does give people the chance to explain themselves to an extent.

One hand greedily snatches that ampule out of the air, careful not to crush it in his palm... but still, once he's freed from silence he exhales, all his hate coming with it, "Son of a bitch!"

He looks between Andromeda-- harsh, unforgiving-- and then at Lily; and oh, this is where he falters. "Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose," he mutters to himself, and then goes to fetch his mini couchodile from where it romps in the corner, holding it by it's tail. Well, then.

"Black was about to splatter himself against the wall. Next time I'll recall that death has little meaning here, and let him do so," he says, as the irritable transfigured critter snaps at the air. "Ingrate."

Lily gives Severus a look when he calls Sirius a name. You're not helping, Severus. He really isn't. "And how did the two of you end up trying to kill each other?"

That is what she really wants to know the answer to.

Andromeda is also eager to know as much. She's also concerned about the fact that Severus has severely overexerted himself, though, so she's more watching his body movements than paying attention to what he's saying since Lily is here to do that much.

"Yes, do tell."

Well, this isn't familiar at all. Andromeda's a new factor, but still. \

"Words were said. I replied in kind. He pursued," he says, leaving out as much detail as possible as he walks toward the bathroom, one hand coming up to his temple. This headache's going to be killer.

Dropping the couchodile in the trash, letting it rumble about there for a moment, he washed his face to as much calm himself as clean up. For a moment he's quiet, before he comes back, eyeing the two women, before he adds: "He's started with packages, stupid childish things. Told him what I thought of it, he didn't like it much and it went from there."

Lily sighs and shakes her head. She wasn't expecting anything else, really. "Thank you, for keeping Sirius from splattering himself all over a wall."

She'll leave Severus to Andromeda. She has to go deal with Sirius, and maybe apologize to him. "I'll talk to you later. Try not to get into it with anyone else in the meantime."

And with that, Lily apparates out, back home.

Apparently after she left Hogwarts, they continued to behave exactly as they had for the first few years of their school careers. Considering her cousin and the rest of her family, she wasn't -- altogether surprised.

Still.

"You realize that you're now going to have to sit through me prodding you again."

The look that Snape turns on Andromeda would wither -- anything, really. He just stares at her for a moment, before he says simply, "I'm fine. You can see yourself out."

He'll clean up the place from here. Alone. Totally.

She grew up with Bellatrix and Narcissa; she still knows what the look is, but looks can't really wither anyone.

"You are most certainly not fine."

"I do not need you to hover over me like a first year who has skinned his knee," he replies. "I am in no need of a nanny or a mother!"

"Then perhaps you should stop acting like a child."

She's not going to force medical attention on him, of course, but she does still think that he needs it.

"Oh, do cease with the judgment. We all know who is to blame here."

Well, at least Snape does.

She sighs. This line of conversation isn't going anywhere, anyway.

"I'll leave if you let me do a cursory examination first." He can even keep his clothes on. "And you promise to at least try to rest."

"...fine." Snape can play ball for a moment, but doesn't say anything, nor approach; but at least he's not hiding in the bathroom or anything else equally juvenile.

Severus know the drill by now -- wand up, white-blue light flickering.

She frowns at him while she's doing it, though.

Well, right now he has a splitting headache that makes it hard to see, so it's -- not an improvement over the last time she started with her wand-waving frippery, isn't it?

Snape, however, is as stoic as ever.

She goes over him extra-thoroughly this time, looking for anything that he might've torn open.

The frown doesn't go away just yet.

Nothing torn -- just some new contusions and bruises. The usual from men scuffling like twelve year olds.

"Satisfied?"

"Relatively. Do you need something for your head?"

She has a small handful of potions from home that she'd had on hand upon coming here, kept in her purse as a dutiful mediwitch.

"Save your supplies. I can sleep it off." There's few things he'd like more then to lay down and let this pass.

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