[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!

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[andromynous]

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."

[onewrongword]

"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!"

[andromynous]

"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.

[onewrongword]

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

Well, at least Snape does.

[andromynous]

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."

[onewrongword]

"...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.

[andromynous]

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

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

[onewrongword]

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.

[andromynous]

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.

[onewrongword]

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

"Satisfied?"

[andromynous]

"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.

[onewrongword]

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

[andromynous]

She sighs, but nods.

"As you wish, Severus. I'll come to check on you tomorrow." And if he's not at least attempting to rest, she's definitely going to bind him to the bedframe.