[Sirius is keener to be aggressive, to get on Rosier before he can get on them--but Remus intervenes. He probably won't. He'll be way too frightened.--and Sirius can agree with that assessment, at least.]
Probably. He's a coward, obviously. Hey, after the Feast, we should get someone to fix your ankle, Miles. [A beat; he glances down the table.] Not Professor McGonagall. I've heard of her.
[But Miles follows Sirius' sightline to the witch in the tall hat, with her hair up in a tight bun and a severe expression. He knows at once that that's not it at all; he is certain that she is very good. He is also certain that she will not be remotely amused by the boil-shenanigans.]
Um...No, I - that's probably a good idea. Is there a designated nurse, or...?
[Madam Pomfrey, Remus supplies, because he's clever and he knows things like that, useful things. Already Sirius is sussing out the roles in all of this. (Perhaps it's a leftover pureblood instinct, making sense of people n an orderly way. He doesn't think of it that way.) The hospital wing is on the third floor, in the western side of the castle.]
We'll go after the Sorting, then. After the feast. You don't know anything about the feast, do you? It's brilliant, I've heard.
[He shakes his head. It's brilliant I've heard means that Sirius probably doesn't actually know all that much about it himself, but Miles isn't going to point that out - not with that proud, happy expression on his face.]
No, I don't. Aside from what you've told me.
[Pettigrew, Peter is called; the Hat is placed on his head and begins muttering to itself.]
[Peter's up, Remus informs them, and Sirius spares the process a brief glance before turning back to Miles again.]
Everything you can imagine to eat, all of it. And it just appears before you, right on the plates. House elves have the best sort of magic when it comes to food, and they're really excellent cooks--and Hogwarts has loads of them, but they're so good, you never even see them. It's brilliant.
[Miles looks down at his bare plate, excited for the prospect of yet another show of magic. And excited, too, for food, because he is absolutely starving. That candy on the train was quite tasty, but...Well.]
They live here in the castle, they always have-- oh, well done!
[That's because the Sorting Hat has just shouted out GRYFFINDOR for Peter, who hops down from the stool, pale-faced and sweaty. He nearly falls down the steps when he goes for the table, but James--passing by on his way to his own Sorting--catches him, and steadies him, and sends him on his way.]
[But even as he's asking that, he's interrupted by a quick, sure, confident call of Gryffindor from the Hat. It hadn't even taken a second; James is clearly proud of that, bounding away from the stool and towards the rest of them, beaming, clapping Peter on the back as he just about passes him. The two of them sit down together at the table; James looks pleased, Peter a little dazed.
How many more before we get to eat are James' first words as a Gryffindor. What's that, six up there...]
[Sirius laughs, jumping up to clap James on the back, first--sitting down again once James has joined them. This is precisely as it ought to be, he thinks, happily. All of them in Gryffindor--Sirius in Gryffindor seems impossible still, as if the Hat will call him back up and take it all back--]
Yeah, six-- I was just telling Miles about the feast, how brilliant it's going to be--
[I'm skipping right to pudding, Peter tells them, grinning. He's as pleased as the rest of them, his face shiny and happy, and Sirius grins back.]
[Yeah, who says! Peter echoes. He'd quailed a little at that instruction from Miles, but he finds strength in Sirius' defiance. We're on our own now. Sort of, and he adds that as he glances down the table to where McGonagall is standing.]
Definitely on our own. We could just eat pudding every day, if we wanted.
[Under normal circumstances - with a different person - that would make Miles frown and reproach him strongly for making threats, pointing out that it could be reported to the teachers and that it was hardly morally correct regardless to do so. With Sirius, Miles just laughs.]
[Sirius leans back, his arms folded confidently over his chest.]
I'm not telling you. Then you'd know. It's better if you're surprised.
[It's over! James says, a little too loudly. People look around at him, but he could care less, he's grinning with anticipation down at his empty plate. Any minute now, it's going to start.]
[He falls quiet; instead of offering a rejoinder, he simply listens to the speeches - a few more words, no more - and then the food appears. It's...astonishing. Almost as if someone was aware of their desires, an assortment of puddings appear at once before Sirius and Peter - sticky toffee pudding, bread and butter pudding, trifles, cakes, all of it. There are soups, rich and fragrant, buttery-crisp bread, roast beef and roast chicken and shepherd's pie, cheeses and green beans and crisps and everything. There's a sudden gasp of delight when it appears, an appreciative silence; and then, with a whoop, everyone begins tearing in, piling food high on their plates.
Miles starts a bit nervously with nothing more than a bit of soup in a tureen going unnoticed by the other students, not wanting to intrude.]
[Sirius is with those piling his plate high--too high, with too much food--mostly puddings, as he'd threatened, though he's got to go for a few of the savory dishes as well. His mother would be disgusted at his greed and lack of restraint, but he's been egged into it, catching the frenzy from the other students. He'd begun with a few manners, but they've all but left him not twenty seconds into the feast, and he's grabbing for things right along with James--
Until he notices Miles' empty plate. Empty, that is, until then half of the things that Sirius is grabbing begin finding their way onto it.]
[He gives a flustered little exclamation as a bit of bread, beef, and an assortment of biscuits with cream in the centre of them land on his plate. He laughs, then, still self-conscious but grateful - because it's certainly not like he couldn't get food for himself, but it's sort of funny and nice that Sirius is looking out for him like that.
When a big blob of steaming mashed potatoes lands on his plate, he laughs - ]
Is that your plan to get me eating puddings, then -
[And that makes Miles grin, happy and broad and perhaps a touch embarrassed, because it means that...Sirius is just looking out for him, just like he did on the train. Sirius Black is a very good person, Miles thinks to himself, and he's so happy that they're friends; and he resolves to look out for Sirius in turn, resolves that no matter what comes their way, no matter how the Slytherins might be cruel to Sirius for joining the ranks of the Gryffindors, Miles will have his back.
But in the meantime - he snakes out a hand, grasps a spoon, and slips a scoop of roasted courgettes onto Sirius' plate.]
[And he laughs right in return. He abandons his efforts to get the vegetables on Sirius' plate, instead snatching up his fork to shovel a few into his face - ]
[He starts making choking vomit-y noises, leaning heavily on James--who yells and shoves him, laughing. When that's not an effective enough deterrent, James picks up his spoon and lobs potato at Sirius--but misses, and the glob spatters onto the table in front of Miles--]
[At his old school, Miles would have reacted to that with a prim, disapproving frown and then gone back to reading his book. At best. At worst, he'd have given a stern lecture about wasting food. If he hadn't done that, really, people would have looked at him strangely - because that was just who he was, the boy who didn't say much aside from follow the rules -
He doesn't fully know who he is here, though. Not yet. And there's something sort of exciting about that - about the fact that he can dip his own spoon into the potatoes and, laughing, caught up in the moment, fling them back -
Only to hit the boy sitting next to James, a third-year with an amazing proliferation of freckles. His eyes go wide at once; he gasps.]
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It will depress you
Date: 2013-11-01 06:59 pm (UTC)[A laugh - ]
But only if he messes with us again, then we'll show him just how bad we can get him back.
SIGH tell me anyways.........
Date: 2013-11-01 09:29 pm (UTC)Probably. He's a coward, obviously. Hey, after the Feast, we should get someone to fix your ankle, Miles. [A beat; he glances down the table.] Not Professor McGonagall. I've heard of her.
Exposed brick EVERYWHERE, huge kitchen...
Date: 2013-11-01 09:37 pm (UTC)[But Miles follows Sirius' sightline to the witch in the tall hat, with her hair up in a tight bun and a severe expression. He knows at once that that's not it at all; he is certain that she is very good. He is also certain that she will not be remotely amused by the boil-shenanigans.]
Um...No, I - that's probably a good idea. Is there a designated nurse, or...?
noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Date: 2013-11-03 03:53 pm (UTC)We'll go after the Sorting, then. After the feast. You don't know anything about the feast, do you? It's brilliant, I've heard.
YOUR PAIN HARDLY COMPARES TO MINE
Date: 2013-11-03 06:48 pm (UTC)No, I don't. Aside from what you've told me.
[Pettigrew, Peter is called; the Hat is placed on his head and begins muttering to itself.]
well yes but IT'S SAD EVEN SECONDHAND
Date: 2013-11-04 03:56 pm (UTC)Everything you can imagine to eat, all of it. And it just appears before you, right on the plates. House elves have the best sort of magic when it comes to food, and they're really excellent cooks--and Hogwarts has loads of them, but they're so good, you never even see them. It's brilliant.
I was going to hang cloth beautifully on the brick...
Date: 2013-11-04 04:08 pm (UTC)[Miles looks down at his bare plate, excited for the prospect of yet another show of magic. And excited, too, for food, because he is absolutely starving. That candy on the train was quite tasty, but...Well.]
So they're employees, then?
don't.... don't torture us.....
Date: 2013-11-04 06:36 pm (UTC)[He wrinkles his nose at Miles a little.]
They live here in the castle, they always have-- oh, well done!
[That's because the Sorting Hat has just shouted out GRYFFINDOR for Peter, who hops down from the stool, pale-faced and sweaty. He nearly falls down the steps when he goes for the table, but James--passing by on his way to his own Sorting--catches him, and steadies him, and sends him on his way.]
James is for Gryffindor, for sure.
I was going to cook brunches...........on the other hand it was a fifth-floor walkup
Date: 2013-11-04 10:58 pm (UTC)[But even as he's asking that, he's interrupted by a quick, sure, confident call of Gryffindor from the Hat. It hadn't even taken a second; James is clearly proud of that, bounding away from the stool and towards the rest of them, beaming, clapping Peter on the back as he just about passes him. The two of them sit down together at the table; James looks pleased, Peter a little dazed.
How many more before we get to eat are James' first words as a Gryffindor. What's that, six up there...]
i'd have done it anyways. fifth floor builds character.
Date: 2013-11-05 09:59 am (UTC)Yeah, six-- I was just telling Miles about the feast, how brilliant it's going to be--
[I'm skipping right to pudding, Peter tells them, grinning. He's as pleased as the rest of them, his face shiny and happy, and Sirius grins back.]
Me too.
If by "character" you mean "butt muscles."
Date: 2013-11-05 12:38 pm (UTC)[But Miles' protest is delivered with a broad and happy grin. The next student is sent to Slytherin; he applauds absently as he continues to talk.]
You have to have vegetables as well. At the very least you must have vegetables after pudding.
that's always what i mean by "character"
Date: 2013-11-05 04:47 pm (UTC)[Yeah, who says! Peter echoes. He'd quailed a little at that instruction from Miles, but he finds strength in Sirius' defiance. We're on our own now. Sort of, and he adds that as he glances down the table to where McGonagall is standing.]
Definitely on our own. We could just eat pudding every day, if we wanted.
Butt = character
Date: 2013-11-05 11:53 pm (UTC)[Miles shakes his head, but he does allow a very small smile in spite of himself.]
but then building character shrinks your overall character... but makes it more muscley.....?
Date: 2013-11-06 03:40 am (UTC)I'm going to make you eat pudding.
Makes your character into a lean mean fighting machine!
Date: 2013-11-06 12:07 pm (UTC)And how are you going to do that?
i don't want mean characters only nice ones
Date: 2013-11-06 03:52 pm (UTC)I'm not telling you. Then you'd know. It's better if you're surprised.
[It's over! James says, a little too loudly. People look around at him, but he could care less, he's grinning with anticipation down at his empty plate. Any minute now, it's going to start.]
Then why do you play the ones you do
Date: 2013-11-06 06:16 pm (UTC)[He falls quiet; instead of offering a rejoinder, he simply listens to the speeches - a few more words, no more - and then the food appears. It's...astonishing. Almost as if someone was aware of their desires, an assortment of puddings appear at once before Sirius and Peter - sticky toffee pudding, bread and butter pudding, trifles, cakes, all of it. There are soups, rich and fragrant, buttery-crisp bread, roast beef and roast chicken and shepherd's pie, cheeses and green beans and crisps and everything. There's a sudden gasp of delight when it appears, an appreciative silence; and then, with a whoop, everyone begins tearing in, piling food high on their plates.
Miles starts a bit nervously with nothing more than a bit of soup in a tureen going unnoticed by the other students, not wanting to intrude.]
i only play nice guys what are you trying to say
Date: 2013-11-06 07:41 pm (UTC)Until he notices Miles' empty plate. Empty, that is, until then half of the things that Sirius is grabbing begin finding their way onto it.]
Well "nice" isn't exactly right
Date: 2013-11-06 08:16 pm (UTC)[He gives a flustered little exclamation as a bit of bread, beef, and an assortment of biscuits with cream in the centre of them land on his plate. He laughs, then, still self-conscious but grateful - because it's certainly not like he couldn't get food for himself, but it's sort of funny and nice that Sirius is looking out for him like that.
When a big blob of steaming mashed potatoes lands on his plate, he laughs - ]
Is that your plan to get me eating puddings, then -
um excuse you they are nice.
Date: 2013-11-07 10:32 am (UTC)[Sirius wrinkles his nose at Miles, like don't be stupid.]
Hardly any of those are puddings. You said you didn't want puddings--and anyway, I'm not stupid enough to be so obvious. Pudding warfare comes later.
[He punctuates that with a slab of shepherd's pie, and a little grin.]
I guess it's hard to argue Sirius' niceness in this tag
Date: 2013-11-07 12:41 pm (UTC)But in the meantime - he snakes out a hand, grasps a spoon, and slips a scoop of roasted courgettes onto Sirius' plate.]
Now I know to be on my guard.
yes i'm always right it's true
Date: 2013-11-07 05:03 pm (UTC)[Sirius laughs--even though he's scowling, he laughs, and shoves the courgettes aside with his fork.]
Disgusting! Take those back--
[He scoops up a few and tries to dump them onto Miles' plate, sloppy even in his efforts.]
You are not nice however
Date: 2013-11-07 07:35 pm (UTC)Oooh, delicious -
lies and slander
Date: 2013-11-07 08:43 pm (UTC)[He starts making choking vomit-y noises, leaning heavily on James--who yells and shoves him, laughing. When that's not an effective enough deterrent, James picks up his spoon and lobs potato at Sirius--but misses, and the glob spatters onto the table in front of Miles--]
UGH I know it is you're the best :c
Date: 2013-11-08 12:26 am (UTC)He doesn't fully know who he is here, though. Not yet. And there's something sort of exciting about that - about the fact that he can dip his own spoon into the potatoes and, laughing, caught up in the moment, fling them back -
Only to hit the boy sitting next to James, a third-year with an amazing proliferation of freckles. His eyes go wide at once; he gasps.]
Oh - I'm so sorry -
or are YOU the best
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