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three_broomsticks2017-01-29 05:53 pm
madam_rosmerta) wrote in three_broomsticks2017-01-29 05:53 pm
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Owl Post meme, a bit late, sorry sorry.
 OWL MAIL Wizards might not text with a mobile phone all that often, but they do have other methods of communication available when it comes to a quick chat with their mates (or enemies) at any hour of the day. Post your characters, name, and preferences in the title area. You can include a generic starter if you want, or just post a blank. Anything goes. 1. OWL MAIL This might be a little slow for quicker chats, especially if you're close by, but it's good to give the bird some exercise! 2. FIRE CALL Just pop your head into that fire and chat away. Probably not recommended for drunken calls. 3. ENCHANTED MIRROR Those little reflective surfaces that show your friend's face whenever you might need to tell them something. Maybe you can enchant them to connect to any reflective surface around your chosen contact? (Maybe not the bathroom...) 4. HOWLERS Ever received one? It's supposed to be absolutely horrible. 5. OTHER MAGICAL COMMUNICATION The ones above are hardly the only way wizards can reach out to each other for a quick chat. Feel free to invent new items or use something like enchanted notebooks that you write in and the other sees the text at their end. You could also use flying letters, talking portraits, or, well, cellphones, if you will. |
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[Yes, yes he is, coming in and tackling Regulus in the courtyard, rolling them around on the dirty paving stones, they're attracting a crowd and this is humiliating and Regulus is rapidly losing what little sense of humor he'd had about it.
He's got that hand around Sirius' wrist now, trying to relieve the burning of his hair being pulled, squeezing, let go let go let go]
If there was, I'd take it out just to beat you with it—ow, muggle-fucker, that hurts!
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Sirius grows stiff as a board, laughter dying on his lips, the sound of it shattering like glass in the space around them. His wiggling finger drops from Regulus' ear. The hand in soft hair loosens and falls away. ]
What'd you say? [ Deathly quiet.
He's pushing himself up and away, until he's crouched low to the ground and staring at his brother, as if seeing the bloke for the first time. There's something sad in Sirius' gaze, something broken and lost--his brother, his little brother, the one person he adored...--before rage morphs his expression, hardening gray eyes into hard chips of slate. ]
The bloody fuck did you just say? Muggle-fucker?
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So it takes him a few moments before he hears it, and he slants his brother an angry, irritated look.]
What? [It comes out in a hiss, vile serpent that he is, right?] That hurt, you wanker, stay away from me.
[And yes he is going to push to his feet and start dusting himself off, trying to ignore the whispers around them. Are they done here? Can he go back to writing his Potions essay now?]
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Sirius is sorely tempted to use magic to make his point, but using magic is just the same as being a Black, and he's not like that lot anymore. The only similarities is the surname.
Which means he's charging at his brother with the goal of tackling him from the middle and straight to the ground. ]
You're the wanker, you little shite!
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He throws an arm up to protect his face as he hits out at Sirius' shoulder.]
What the hell is wrong with you, Sirius, get off me, get off!
[He's already squirming, trying to shove and defend himself and fumbling for his wand, all at once.]