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such_heights) wrote2006-04-27 09:20 pm
such_heights) wrote2006-04-27 09:20 pm
Wellymuck Day 21
Groundbreaking
PG-13, 800 words
Remus/Sirius
Summary: Remus & Sirius' illicit day off soon becomes much more shady as Remus is introduced to a feature of Sirius' new motorbike he was previously unaware of.
Note: Ugh. Well, at least this is something, and I'd like to construct one more springtime extravaganza over the weekend. This is technically the same day as my last one, but who's counting, really?
Remus circled the bike, examining it from all angles. It was blindingly shiny, and the room whiffed of new leather. Sirius stood in the doorway looking completely love-struck, and Remus hoped he at least had a supporting part in bring that out. He made a quick mental note that he should never, ever get jealous of this new and metallic addition to their lives, because that really would be ridiculous.
Sirius was unusually silent, and Remus supposed he was attempting to create an atmosphere of reverence. Well, it was working – Remus felt a little twinge of excitement amid the terror as he got on, bones and joints all pressed together with Sirius.
The engine started, and Sirius laughed infectiously – as they speeded up the road, Remus just beamed and tried not to get suffocated as physics pushed him nose first into Sirius’ back. Apparently, he wasn’t cut out for the easy, sexy grace of the Italian Muggle girls who reportedly did this all the time.
They zipped through suburbia, and though Remus couldn’t see much, he could hear other cars, and winced a little at every new engine that was presumably going to kill them both. He could hear Sirius shouting things, but the syllables were sucked up by the wind. Gradually, the noise died away, and Remus chanced to lift his head up an inch or two.
‘Sirius!’ he yelled. ‘What are we doing in the middle of a field?’
He caught something that sounded like ‘you’ll see’ and was not satisfied at all. Sirius’ grip on the Muggle Highway Code was patchy at best, and Remus wondered whether had simply forgotten he had to drive on roads.
Sirius kept looking around, and when he made eye contact Remus realised this was no mistake – the boy had something planned. Remus watched as he started tweaking controls and gears, and then his stomach made for the nearest exit.
‘SIRIUS! What have you done?’ screeched Remus, clinging stupidly to him as they came unstuck from the ground. He tried very hard not to look down. There was a reason he never owned a broom!
Sirius said nothing at all, but he remained hunched and focused, until eventually their death-defying and illegal ascent into the stratosphere slowed down, and they approached something like an angle compatible to life.
Very, very slowly, Remus peeled his arms off Sirius’ leather jacket and re-oxygenated slightly. So, he wasn’t going to die, that was good. He was going to have murder Sirius, though, which was regrettable – he’d become accustomed to having the idiot around.
Just then, Sirius displayed a never before seen talent for acrobatics and someone ended up sitting backwards on this hellish vehicle, facing Remus, who promptly forgot all death-related thoughts. He just felt a bit light headed instead, which was understandable given the altitude.
‘So, what do you think?’ asked Sirius, evidently very pleased with himself. Remus half wondered if he’d accidentally ingested some Gillyweed on the way up, as he continued to gape.
After a moment, he achieved sound projection. ‘How?’
‘Charm-it-yourself job, with a little, err, assistance from various people. I talked to Arthur – in a purely hypothetical sense, don’t give me that look! – and got Mundungus to try and find out if it’d been done before. Turns out this baby’s one of a kind! There’ve been flying cars, carpets obviously, all sorts of kitchen appliances, apparently the last Minister of Russia used to move around on some enchanted jet skis during his annual holiday in Majorca, but never before has anyone had a flying motorbike. Truly, I am a genius!’
Remus sat – well, hovered – absorbing this new information. ‘This is so very illegal.’
Sirius looked disgusted. ‘Rules are for lesser mortals, Moony, surely we’ve taught you that by now?’
‘Bit more than a rule, Pads. Still, I suppose there’s no reason to caught if you exercise adequate cunning – ever thought about putting on some sort of invisibility charm?’
It was Sirius’ turn to gape. ‘Of course! How did I not think of that?’ He kissed Remus exuberantly. ‘We are both geniuses – genii! By rights we should have Orders of Merlin, or at least be stinking rich.’
‘Yes, that would be nice.’
Sirius peeked casually down. ‘You know, there’s some very thick cloud cover down there. We could stay up here for quite some time.’
‘Oh, well that’s good news,’ replied Remus, ‘because you’ve behaved absolutely shamefully, and the sooner you make it up to me, the better.’
‘Is that so? And how would I go about doing that, then?’
‘I may be able to think of something,’ Remus conceded.
PG-13, 800 words
Remus/Sirius
Summary: Remus & Sirius' illicit day off soon becomes much more shady as Remus is introduced to a feature of Sirius' new motorbike he was previously unaware of.
Note: Ugh. Well, at least this is something, and I'd like to construct one more springtime extravaganza over the weekend. This is technically the same day as my last one, but who's counting, really?
Remus circled the bike, examining it from all angles. It was blindingly shiny, and the room whiffed of new leather. Sirius stood in the doorway looking completely love-struck, and Remus hoped he at least had a supporting part in bring that out. He made a quick mental note that he should never, ever get jealous of this new and metallic addition to their lives, because that really would be ridiculous.
Sirius was unusually silent, and Remus supposed he was attempting to create an atmosphere of reverence. Well, it was working – Remus felt a little twinge of excitement amid the terror as he got on, bones and joints all pressed together with Sirius.
The engine started, and Sirius laughed infectiously – as they speeded up the road, Remus just beamed and tried not to get suffocated as physics pushed him nose first into Sirius’ back. Apparently, he wasn’t cut out for the easy, sexy grace of the Italian Muggle girls who reportedly did this all the time.
They zipped through suburbia, and though Remus couldn’t see much, he could hear other cars, and winced a little at every new engine that was presumably going to kill them both. He could hear Sirius shouting things, but the syllables were sucked up by the wind. Gradually, the noise died away, and Remus chanced to lift his head up an inch or two.
‘Sirius!’ he yelled. ‘What are we doing in the middle of a field?’
He caught something that sounded like ‘you’ll see’ and was not satisfied at all. Sirius’ grip on the Muggle Highway Code was patchy at best, and Remus wondered whether had simply forgotten he had to drive on roads.
Sirius kept looking around, and when he made eye contact Remus realised this was no mistake – the boy had something planned. Remus watched as he started tweaking controls and gears, and then his stomach made for the nearest exit.
‘SIRIUS! What have you done?’ screeched Remus, clinging stupidly to him as they came unstuck from the ground. He tried very hard not to look down. There was a reason he never owned a broom!
Sirius said nothing at all, but he remained hunched and focused, until eventually their death-defying and illegal ascent into the stratosphere slowed down, and they approached something like an angle compatible to life.
Very, very slowly, Remus peeled his arms off Sirius’ leather jacket and re-oxygenated slightly. So, he wasn’t going to die, that was good. He was going to have murder Sirius, though, which was regrettable – he’d become accustomed to having the idiot around.
Just then, Sirius displayed a never before seen talent for acrobatics and someone ended up sitting backwards on this hellish vehicle, facing Remus, who promptly forgot all death-related thoughts. He just felt a bit light headed instead, which was understandable given the altitude.
‘So, what do you think?’ asked Sirius, evidently very pleased with himself. Remus half wondered if he’d accidentally ingested some Gillyweed on the way up, as he continued to gape.
After a moment, he achieved sound projection. ‘How?’
‘Charm-it-yourself job, with a little, err, assistance from various people. I talked to Arthur – in a purely hypothetical sense, don’t give me that look! – and got Mundungus to try and find out if it’d been done before. Turns out this baby’s one of a kind! There’ve been flying cars, carpets obviously, all sorts of kitchen appliances, apparently the last Minister of Russia used to move around on some enchanted jet skis during his annual holiday in Majorca, but never before has anyone had a flying motorbike. Truly, I am a genius!’
Remus sat – well, hovered – absorbing this new information. ‘This is so very illegal.’
Sirius looked disgusted. ‘Rules are for lesser mortals, Moony, surely we’ve taught you that by now?’
‘Bit more than a rule, Pads. Still, I suppose there’s no reason to caught if you exercise adequate cunning – ever thought about putting on some sort of invisibility charm?’
It was Sirius’ turn to gape. ‘Of course! How did I not think of that?’ He kissed Remus exuberantly. ‘We are both geniuses – genii! By rights we should have Orders of Merlin, or at least be stinking rich.’
‘Yes, that would be nice.’
Sirius peeked casually down. ‘You know, there’s some very thick cloud cover down there. We could stay up here for quite some time.’
‘Oh, well that’s good news,’ replied Remus, ‘because you’ve behaved absolutely shamefully, and the sooner you make it up to me, the better.’
‘Is that so? And how would I go about doing that, then?’
‘I may be able to think of something,’ Remus conceded.
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There’ve been flying cars, carpets obviously, all sorts of kitchen appliances, apparently the last Minister of Russia used to move around on some enchanted jet skis during his annual holiday in Majorca...
*snort*
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