[There's no hook of Apparation, no guts-twisting magical means of transport. One minute, corridor, and the next--it's like swimming, like breaking clear of the surface and getting in a breath of air. And the air smells of-- jasmine, Sirius recongises that from potions and from flower-gardens both. Great-Aunt Cassiopeia's garden, he thinks, but no, there's a sweetness in this place that's like nothing his family ever touched. Sunlight and saltwater and a breeze in a tree.
And Edgeworth. The second Sirius focuses on him, he goes for him, strides across the room with the intent of grabbing hold of his arm. The expression on Edgewoth's face stops him maybe midway, and he looks around for some threat--though a threat in this place seems unimaginable, it would be out of place--]
What is it.
[He's already going for his wand, turned toward wherever Edgeworth's eyes are focused, looking for-- what? A dragon, a dementor, a manticore, something that would have made Edgeworth's face go paper-white.]
Where the hell are we?
[The ship, he answers himself, it's the ship playing silly buggers again. Business as usual. If Remus is in a room like this one, he might actually be happy about it. At least there's books here. The terrible misgiving that Sirius feels just at the back of his neck makes that stupid thought seem even stupider.]
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And Edgeworth. The second Sirius focuses on him, he goes for him, strides across the room with the intent of grabbing hold of his arm. The expression on Edgewoth's face stops him maybe midway, and he looks around for some threat--though a threat in this place seems unimaginable, it would be out of place--]
What is it.
[He's already going for his wand, turned toward wherever Edgeworth's eyes are focused, looking for-- what? A dragon, a dementor, a manticore, something that would have made Edgeworth's face go paper-white.]
Where the hell are we?
[The ship, he answers himself, it's the ship playing silly buggers again. Business as usual. If Remus is in a room like this one, he might actually be happy about it. At least there's books here. The terrible misgiving that Sirius feels just at the back of his neck makes that stupid thought seem even stupider.]