Log 1

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Who: Everyone (General Log)
What: Make yourself at home.
Where: A new town
When: The first day

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[sothis_rising]

That was him crying. Poor Prongs just can't live without me.

[bespell]

Look me in the eye and say that again.

[sothis_rising]

I am looking you in the eyes.

[Not that she'd know if he was.]

[bespell]

[She shoves him away with a playful thump to the chest, getting back to decorating the room.] I can smell when you're lying, you know.

I'm not cooking tonight. You boys handle it.

[werewolfoflondon]

Under control. [Remus calls from the kitchen, the dejected tone of a man oppressed if ever they'd heard one.]

I'll rather miss the drones making dinner for us.

[sothis_rising]

You could just use magic you know.

[Sirius strolled to the adjoining walkway and tugged at the frilly pink apron string.]

You know, I could get used to this~

[bespell]

I think I've just been struck with sudden deafness, as well. [Lily yells from where stands, having following Sirius instinctively as the closest human body to her to the kitchen's doorway.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus swats at Sirius' hands, and jumps at the sudden shout, brow raising minutely.]

Easy now, Lils. Can't have you passing it on to the rest of us as well.

[sothis_rising]

You should see this Lils. Rems looks adorable. Like the perfect little American housewife. Now if I can convince him to go starkers my dreams will be realized.

[bespell]

And now I don't feel bereft and deprived. Thank goodness for small mercies. [Lily mutters, although a small smile tugs at the corner of her lip.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus rolls his eyes and whacks Sirius with the flat of a wooden spoon; shame there's marinara sauce on it to stain that lovely jacket of his.]

Padfoot, I shall get the newspaper if you can't behave yourself. I won't have you exposing the disabled to your debauchery.

[sothis_rising]

[Good thing Sirius had rain proofed all his clothing.]

Oh please. Blindy needs a bit of depravity in her life. We went skinny dipping once you know.

[Sirius tugged at the big bow at Remus's butt.]

[bespell]

You'll never, ever let go of that one, will you? [She knows the layout of the place well enough not to upturn any more chairs, settling down on the sofa, arms falling on the back on either side as she sighs dramatically. It was almost like a dream, back then.] I'm already ruined, living with the lot of you.

[werewolfoflondon]

Well, if that's a fact, why don't we all just go around starkers? It would certainly make deliveries more interesting, wouldn't it? 'No, thank you Hodgkins, I do think I will refrain from the Marauders' home henceforth. Bunch of nudist weirdos residing there.'

Padfoot, will you get off while I'm trying to cook, please?

[Remus swats at Sirius' hands again, lifting the lid of a pot to stare in at his pasta sauce.]

[sothis_rising]

Because no one wants to see Prongs starkers. He's a right bean pole that one. Not to mention hung like a chipmunk.

[he glances back at Lily and smirks. He knows she won't believe a word of it.]

And if you wanted me to leave you alone you shouldn't have worn a frilly pink apron.

[bespell]

No one is going starkers! We have children in this house, if you lot have forgotten already. [Or one child, really, but Lily's going to cling to that fact, sight or not.]


...You're wearing the pink one?

[sothis_rising]

Only one, and Harry's a good sport.

[werewolfoflondon]

It's not pink, Lily.

[Remus casts a glare at Sirius, and turns back to stirring the pasta sauce.]

It's... pastel blue. With white polka dots.

[bespell]

Now that's a comforting image. I'm sure you look very nice in it.

[sothis_rising]

It's also frilly and good to tug on.

[Yes Remus, he's tugging on your apron strings again.]

[werewolfoflondon]

Black! You are very near a declaration of war!

[Remus holds up his spoon, very like a wand, or a sword.]

Lily, would you care to sign a war pact with me? Allies versus the Black axis?

[bespell]

Wouldn't there be more than one person for an axis? [She calls from the living room.]

[sothis_rising]

Once I convince Remus to come to my side there will be.

[He reaches around Remus' waist and pulls him against him.]

Isn't that right buttercup?

[werewolfoflondon]

Now we're onto psychological warfare? Really, Sirius. There are international crimes against this manner of treatment.

I shall never finish dinner at this rate.

[bespell]

Buttercup?!

[The laughter coming from the living room is loud and merciless. Perhaps having all of them living in the same house isn't a good idea after all.]