Jul 23, 2011 02:10
[a scream. The figure on the bed thrashes over-but this is not the bed the sleeping body knows; he falls right out of it. A wrenching thud as he hits the floor. A groan of awakening.
Then the groggy, embarrassed, woebegone voice. Even hushed, not nearly as ragged as it will be later:]
Sorry, I'm sorry…
[A hand reaching up from the floor. It gropes for something on the nightstand. It goes right for the wand-he's been putting it in the same place for decades-but en route it knocks over the forge.
Forge clatters cacophonously to the floor. The picture jolts and shorts. It returns almost instantly, in time to see the young man leapt to his feet, wand suddenly in hand, whispering,]
Lumos!
[the spark of the wand lights the room. With it, the young man's face. Those odd features are too distinctive not to recognise even teenaged.
And moreso, the scars. Not faded; fresh and deep, some barely healed.
He shouts instantly,]
Not bloody funny! Sirius!
[ooc: yeah, on hiatus, wot. Had to at least get in on the initial phase. Any replies after Monday will be severely backdated, but since yielding to temptation now, will try to keep up a bit 'til then!]
nymphadora tonks,
!remus lupin,
shirley,
-event: turn back the clock