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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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[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. ]