[The PCD feed clicks on to show a small boy, aged six or seven, dropped onto a bed, sound asleep. The PCD is grasped in his hand, presumably, and has accidentally been turned on by one of his fingers clutching at the buttons in his sleep. He mumbles something unintelligible before opening his eyes to blink at the PCD
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So he runs to the room where the noise is coming from, James' he finds out, and reaches out to the...toddler?
Well. This was new.]
Hey, calm down. It's all right.
[...That's strange. His voice is deeper. A lot deeper. And as he kneels next to the bed, he discovers that his joints aren't as springy as they should be. Er...]
[ooc: Shhh, he doesn't know he's old yet.]
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He immediately shoves himself off the bed to hit the floor with a resounding crash, but on the floor, he can get a weapon. Any weapon. To defend himself. From this strange man who has clearly kidnapped him.
James emerges with a... lamp.]
Tell me what you're doin' in my room and where you brought me or I'll beat your nose in!
[He brandishes it.]
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Unmistakable hair? Double check.
Yes, this was definitely James, in case Remus had any doubts. He backed up a few steps, giving his friend some reassuring space.]
You live here. And please don't beat anyone, that's not very nice.
[Again with his voice...]
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[James holds the lamp in front of him warningly as he backs up into his dresser, where his wand is. It rolls off the dresser to the boy's feet, where he immediately dives and grabs it, abandoning the lamp in the process. He had absolutely no idea how to use it, but it was a great deal more threatening than an electrical appliance.]
I'm tellin' you, as soon as I get home, my dad will kick you straight into Azkaban!
[James wasn't entirely sure what was so bad about Azkaban, but he had heard his parents discuss it gloomily, so he figured it must be pretty bad.]
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