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[heorot]

What's this? Why'd you call it- no, Sirius, stop I-

[ there's a pause, sounds of a struggle and what could probably pass as a triumphant laugh. ]

Right! Name's James Potter. 'pparently you can leave things here for me to read later? Brilliant.
Uh, what am I even supposed to say?

Wait, no, this is my bloody-

[ and the feed is cut off. blame sirius. ]

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[doggedly]

[oh people WANT TO ok it's just that babies are gross]

Are you joking, I'm not covering up myhair with a wig. There's no way, mate. Deprive the world of this? [A gesture toward what is--you have to admit it!--his really good hair. Complimenting Sirius is even easier. Go on.] I'll do the rest of it, though, for the Space Cup, and for the glory of Gryffindor and all.

Though I s'ppose that means we'll have to teach quidditch to the muggles in the first place. Won't that be interesting.

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[heorot]

[ uh-huh, sure. whatever helps you sleep at night. ]

This is for your safety, you know. [ Have an eyeroll for that hair flip, Sirius, because really. Really. ] For the glory of our house. For Gryffindor.

Ehh, I'm sure they'll pick it up easy enough. Get 'em a broom and a bat and they can pick up on the rest.

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[doggedly]

I hardly need you to keep me safe, Potter. Me or my hair. It brings its own honour and glory to Gryffindor, thanks. And if you're proposing we unleash ourselves on an unsuspecting team of muggles--

[He pauses, for effect.]

--unsportsman. But I like it.

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[heorot]

But I worry, Black. For your well-being, for your hair. It would be a great loss to the house as a whole if we lost that.

[ James scoffs, appalled that Sirius would even think such a thing. ]

They'd hardly be unsuspecting. They'd have volunteered! Hopefully.

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[doggedly]

You aren't worried about my hair, you're jealous of it, and everyone knows it, darling. It's all right.

[Having muggles play qudditch is dangerously close to muggle-baiting, isn't it, which Sirius disdains. But then again, it's also a good prank, so-o....

He grins.]

Hopefully?

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[heorot]

Jealous? Of your hair? I'm jealous of you for a great many things, mate, but that's not one of them.

[ who wouldn't want this wind-swept, just-got-off-his-broom look anyhow? ]

Hopefully! I mean, would you turn down the chance to fly if you've never done it before?

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[doggedly]

[James just gets a consoling pat on the arm for that protest because oh, mate, everyone is jealous of Sirius' hair.]

I dunno if I would or not, I can't remember not flying, y'know? I expect I wouldn't turn it down... flying being brilliant and all... I mean, really, we're giving them a chance of a lifetime!

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[heorot]

See? My point stands. And it's not like we couldn't get Remus to fix 'em up again if anything happened.

[ really he just wants to play quidditch. more than almost anything. ]

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[doggedly]

Very true. Very true--see, this is why I keep you around, Prongs, you always know just what to say and how to make everything better. We are agreed, then--we will proceed with the quidditch plan and educate the whole ship.

[Solemnly, he presents his hand for a handshake because this is a very solemn moment.]

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[heorot]

I do my best when I can. But yes, it does seem that way. Quidditch for the Tranquility, flying lessons for all.

[ And James will solemnly shake in return because it is important that they both understand the solemn nature of this agreement. ]