[And Miles can see how glad Sirius is, and files that away. Sirius is not proud of his wealth; he's not proud of his name; and Miles rather...respects him for both of those things. It's like the conversation they had, back on the train: one is to be respected for one's character and actions, not for one's name or background. And Sirius has committed himself wholly to that, and that gets Miles' admiration.]
Have you had even a single vegetable -
[And James laughs, Lay off, lay off! And Peter is fully distracted by the puddings, reaching out for one and plopping a spoonful down on his plate, right atop a chicken bone. Miles contents himself with the potatoes and the beef for now, smiling to himself as they continue to eat.]
[They eat--all of them, along with the rest of the school--and Sirius, too used to formal family dinners and neat portion servings and organised meals--takes entirely too much for himself, and eats until he's far too full. Eventually, he shoves his plate away, with a little sigh--just as Dumbledore stands to announce the end of the feast.
The room erupts in noise as every stands and begins moving at once. Prefects begin herding their first years away, but Sirius lingers, glancing over at Miles.]
[And Miles, in spite of his protestations about eating well and all that...in the end, ate rather more puddings than vegetables - but that hardly matters. Later, he'll be better; this was the feast. And he's about ready for a long night's sleep by the end. Ridiculously, in all the excitement, he's forgotten utterly about the disfigurement on his leg - no matter the panic it caused him before - and so it's almost a surprise when Sirius suggests - ]
Oh! Oh, yes, we should -
[Though Miles looks at the prefect.]
Though - will we be able to find our way to where we're supposed to stay?
[Remus' warning had made Miles a bit nervous - but, well, Sirius seems so enthusiastic and confident that Miles can't help but believe in him. So he clears his throat, but then squares his shoulders and gives a bit of a nod.]
Right - all right. We'll see you three later?
[Don't get eaten by a troll is James' cheerful admonition, coupled with a firm punch to Sirius' shoulder.]
How can I, they'll have the only troll in Hogwarts locked up in the Gryffindor dormitory.
[In other words, James--and even James has to laugh at that. Sirius is still grinning when he and Miles break away from the other three.]
This way-- we have to get away from the prefects, they won't want us going on our own--
[He has no real idea where he's going, beyond a vague idea--but like hell that's going to stop him from striking out. Beyond the glow of the Great Hall, the other corridors seem a little darker, but he leads the way without any fear.]
[Miles cannot quite say that he follows without fear. Not that he's frightened of the castle; he doubts very much that there are any trolls of anything of the like. No; rather, he's afraid of that comment about getting away from the prefects - because he'd really sooner not get in trouble...But nor is he going to back out. Not when Sirius is so enthusiastic.]
[This is such a bad idea. This is such a horribly bad idea. And yet there's something so wonderful and thrilling about pattering down these darkened corridors with Sirius, on the very first adventure that Miles has ever been on in his life.]
[Miles says that with open delight, just about beaming at the man - the ghost - the magical apparition - whatever it is. This is strange and marvelous; he grins at the painting, and then remembers his manners - ]
Oh - forgive us. We have to get to the hospital wing. Are we going the right way?
[The man in the painting fortunately ignores Sirius' protests for the chance to be useful and give information. He sniffs a little, lifting his chin--but points in the direction that they were headed. Left at the end of this corridor, and up the small staircase. Don't turn right, whatever you do, young man. And mind your friend! Not all paintings at Hogwarts are so generous as the Great Wizard Umber.
Sirius sniffs back at him, imitating that imperious little chin-lift.]
Can't be too great, can you, no one's ever heard of you.
[And Miles pulls back just a touch, but it's only a token of reluctance; a moment later, he's trotting right alongside his friend, peering around brightly and cheerily and with great interest.]
This place is huge. I wouldn't be surprised if there were a dragon in here somewhere, lost.
He'd have torn it all apart by now if he were. Dragons are massive, and they don't know how to sit still. That's why they make bad pets. They're an XXX classification, y'know.
[He says it cheerfully, sharing knowledge and not just speaking like some insufferable know-it-all. His steps are a little quick with anticipation, and he keeps glancing around this forbidden corridor, like something's going to happen.]
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Date: 2013-11-10 04:15 pm (UTC)Have you had even a single vegetable -
[And James laughs, Lay off, lay off! And Peter is fully distracted by the puddings, reaching out for one and plopping a spoonful down on his plate, right atop a chicken bone. Miles contents himself with the potatoes and the beef for now, smiling to himself as they continue to eat.]
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Date: 2013-11-11 12:27 am (UTC)The room erupts in noise as every stands and begins moving at once. Prefects begin herding their first years away, but Sirius lingers, glancing over at Miles.]
We ought to find the hospital wing, yeah?
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Date: 2013-11-11 02:14 pm (UTC)Oh! Oh, yes, we should -
[Though Miles looks at the prefect.]
Though - will we be able to find our way to where we're supposed to stay?
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Date: 2013-11-11 05:50 pm (UTC)[Pomfrey, Remus supplies, again, though his forehead is wrinkled in some small worry. The castle is really large, you know.
Sirius waves a dismissive hand in reply. He's already having just a few misgivings, but his pride won't allow for those to be expressed, so--]
We'll be all right! C'mon, Miles--
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Date: 2013-11-11 06:43 pm (UTC)Right - all right. We'll see you three later?
[Don't get eaten by a troll is James' cheerful admonition, coupled with a firm punch to Sirius' shoulder.]
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Date: 2013-11-11 09:41 pm (UTC)[In other words, James--and even James has to laugh at that. Sirius is still grinning when he and Miles break away from the other three.]
This way-- we have to get away from the prefects, they won't want us going on our own--
[He has no real idea where he's going, beyond a vague idea--but like hell that's going to stop him from striking out. Beyond the glow of the Great Hall, the other corridors seem a little darker, but he leads the way without any fear.]
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Date: 2013-11-11 09:58 pm (UTC)It will be staffed at this hour?
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Date: 2013-11-12 12:15 am (UTC)[That sounds... far more ominous than he means. Oops. He wrinkles his nose a little and looks back at Miles.]
But that just means she'll be able to sort you out really quickly.
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Date: 2013-11-12 12:56 am (UTC)[This is such a bad idea. This is such a horribly bad idea. And yet there's something so wonderful and thrilling about pattering down these darkened corridors with Sirius, on the very first adventure that Miles has ever been on in his life.]
It'll - Oh!
[He swings around, eyes wide.]
That painting moved!
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Date: 2013-11-12 12:22 pm (UTC)[The painting in question--of a man in a large floppy hat, with a huge red feather curling over the top--leans after them. Shouldn't you be in bed?]
It's hardly eight o'clock!
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Date: 2013-11-12 01:11 pm (UTC)[Miles says that with open delight, just about beaming at the man - the ghost - the magical apparition - whatever it is. This is strange and marvelous; he grins at the painting, and then remembers his manners - ]
Oh - forgive us. We have to get to the hospital wing. Are we going the right way?
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Date: 2013-11-12 06:33 pm (UTC)[The man in the painting fortunately ignores Sirius' protests for the chance to be useful and give information. He sniffs a little, lifting his chin--but points in the direction that they were headed. Left at the end of this corridor, and up the small staircase. Don't turn right, whatever you do, young man. And mind your friend! Not all paintings at Hogwarts are so generous as the Great Wizard Umber.
Sirius sniffs back at him, imitating that imperious little chin-lift.]
Can't be too great, can you, no one's ever heard of you.
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Date: 2013-11-12 11:03 pm (UTC)[Miles is grinning, though, when he elbows his friend hard in the ribs. He covers that at once by bowing to the painting, and saying - ]
Thank you, Great Wizard Umber.
[And the painting sniffs in approval, and Miles grabs Sirius by the wrist and pulls him along before he can insult him even more - ]
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Date: 2013-11-13 03:41 pm (UTC)Why d'you think he told us not to go to the right?
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:41 pm (UTC)[He says that with a grin, but then looks over, sot of enchanted by the possible adventure of it - ]
Why, do you think it's something bad?
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Date: 2013-11-13 07:51 pm (UTC)[He peers ahead of them, like he'll be able to somehow see the answer as to why.]
We should definitely go to the right.
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Date: 2013-11-13 11:45 pm (UTC)Don't be ridiculous!
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Date: 2013-11-14 12:39 pm (UTC)[He darts ahead a few paces, turning so he's walking backwards, so he can look at Edgeworth more properly.]
I want to know. What's so important?
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Date: 2013-11-14 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-14 08:13 pm (UTC)[They're nearly to the end of the hallway, where a decision must be made. Sirius chews on his lip.]
Your ankle's all right for now, right? 'Cos if we went to the right--just for a few minutes--
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Date: 2013-11-15 02:59 am (UTC)[Oh, this is such a bad idea. Such a bad idea.]
We can...look that way. No more than that.
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Date: 2013-11-15 07:55 am (UTC)[He grabs hold of Miles' sleeve, tugging at him, leading the way.]
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Date: 2013-11-15 03:50 pm (UTC)This place is huge. I wouldn't be surprised if there were a dragon in here somewhere, lost.
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Date: 2013-11-15 08:04 pm (UTC)[He says it cheerfully, sharing knowledge and not just speaking like some insufferable know-it-all. His steps are a little quick with anticipation, and he keeps glancing around this forbidden corridor, like something's going to happen.]
It gets really dark, just up there--see?
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Date: 2013-11-15 08:41 pm (UTC)Yeah. Sort of - weirdly so. It looks too dark.
[He bites his lip, struggling against his desire to know what's up there, what they were warned against...Oh, this is so stupid - ]
We ought to go back, I suppose...
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