Log 1

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

Comments

[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.]

[sothis_rising]

No, I don't think you will sugar pie.

[Sirius was enjoying making Lily crack up with the crazy nicknames. He leaned in and bit Remus' neck]

[werewolfoflondon]

[After a clipped gasp, Remus once again flails with spoon in hand, this time nailing Sirius smartly on the crown of his head.]

Lily! Help me! It's a rear assault!

[bespell]

[But it's too funny to hear the near comical calls of distress coming from someone as composed as Remus. Weighing the entertainment against the long awaited dinner, Lily shifts to the source of the noise, rapping on the door frame.]

Alright. The love fest is over. You're assaulting my kitchen boy, Black.

[sothis_rising]

Oh, but he's asked for a 'rear' assault. Can't go disappointing him.

[werewolfoflondon]

I haven't asked for anything!

[But at least he's behaving, for now. Not tugging on aprons or biting or being otherwise debaucherous.]

[bespell]

Could you save your assistance for the bedroom later? I would like to have dinner sometime this evening. [Lily's already blushing, and she knows it by how warm her cheeks get.]

[sothis_rising]

After this bloke wanked off in front of me when I was trying to kill everyone? I'm not sure I can.

[yes Remus, your cat is out of the bag.]

[werewolfoflondon]

Y--

[Remus stares. Just stares. Straight ahead of him, face growing deeper red by the moment. A moment of calm before the storm. A storm of flying fists, most of which are not directed at Sirius' pretty face. Though, considering he's still clutching that spoon, the sauce has gotten everywhere by this point.]

INGRATE.

[bespell]

[Of the many regrets Lily has in life, what comes to the top at the moment is her inability to see one Sirius Black being assaulted by a frilly apron wearing werewolf. She wipes a stray splatter of sauce that lands on her nose. It's the closest thing she's getting to dinner.]

Was that really necessary to announce-- oh, hell...

[She whips out her wand instead, separating the two with a burst, but not without some causalities of the food around them joining them on the floor.]

[sothis_rising]

Ingrate? I told you I didn't want you off and wanking off like that. Not when I can't shag your brains out.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus catches himself against the counter after Lily's blast, sulking at the pasta that's blown out of the pot along with it.]

...your aim's a bit off, Lily.

[bespell]

Oh, I'm sorry. The view's wonky from here.

[She doesn't tuck her wand back, still holding it in half a threat.] I expected Black to act like an uncivilized heathen, but you too, Remus?

[sothis_rising]

Oh he's a complete heathen Lils.

[He made his way over to the couch and flops onto the couch.]

Downright lecherousness.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus glares around the corner at Sirius, then huffs and goes back to attempting a meal preparation.]

I am not a heathen.

[bespell]

I know you're not, dear. Not with the king of heathens over... There.

[It's hard to clean up when she can't tell the damage, so she settles for retrieving the vegetables from the fridge, before yelling over her shoulder.] Would you help clean up, at least? The sooner we eat, the sooner you get to molest him in peace.

[sothis_rising]

I suppose.

[He makes his way back into the kitchen.]

You know, you're taking Lily knowing about us rather well. I'm proud.

[He leans over and gives Remus a quick kiss of approval.]

[werewolfoflondon]

Sirius Orion Black, if you do not get out of this kitchen and let me cook in peace, I will splinch you navel to nose.

[Lovingly, of course.

And before Sirius is whacked with the spoon again, he gets a quick, sweet return kiss to his cheek.]

Have some respect for her, really. Lily is a woman with needs. Needs that are not being met. She doesn't need our exploits dangled in front of her.

[bespell]

What... And what is that supposed to mean, exactly? [Lily drops a half peeled lettuce onto the table, head bowed. She doesn't look in the direction of either them.] I'll thank you not to pull me into this, or feel sorry for me. That's just mean.

[sothis_rising]

[Sirius makes his way over to Lily and squeezes her shoulders. He understands how acutely it hurts not to have James around. He feels it too.]

I think he means dinner.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Well... no, he hadn't, but he'll roll with that.]

Bugger, I need more pasta. [Remus sighs and unties his apron, tossing it back onto the counter as he makes his way for the door. And then pauses. Wait. He can just conjure that now, can't he? He's gotten so used to living as a Muggle, suddenly having access to even greater magics than before is still a bit jarring to him.]

Ah. Right, I can just... [Remus peeks into one of the cabinets, and grabs a new box of pasta, which allows him to set about his tasks again. Sans apron, thank you.]