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[axeyou]

CHARACTERS: Johanna Mason -or- Sirius Black -and- VARIOUS
LOCATION: VARIOUS
WARNINGS: light language + heavy threats (probably)
SUMMARY: general catch-all log for the month of OCTOBER for some pre-planned starters & new stuff as it comes up. also totally open to other things too whatever those things are + whoever they are with!




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[strayed]

[That does sound more interesting - useful - than just a mirror, even if she wouldn't have put that past him. As much as most things might seem to end up being magical around him, that didn't mean he wouldn't go for just a mirror, just to be unexpected. Still, her expression turns slightly more considering as she looks at the mirror, at him.]

Who has the other ones? You?

[As if this might be a plan for him to be able to directly bother her whenever he wanted with no other uses.]

[doggedly]

Right now? Me. Remus. Harry. Hermione. Kate. And now you. But eventually?

[He shrugs, casually. He's quite pleased with himself, and that's obvious--but beneath that, there's more than a touch of the genuine. This is something worth being proud over. Better yet, she's not thrown the mirror on the ground and shattered it, or done something else caustic and demonstrative. She's letting him feel proud. Perhaps that means she likes it.

(Probably not. Or probably yes, but he'll probably not know either way.)]

Everyone will have 'em. We've got more than enough pieces.

[strayed]

[The surface of the mirror is only showing the canopy above them, but Cora's never doubted Sirius' magic. Maybe it's something to do with being one foot in a similar world herself. Something about talking through mirrors makes a bizarre sort of sense.

Their fingers brush when she takes the mirror. She doesn't snatch her hand back, but her gaze drops from his face and doesn't lift again. Acutely aware of the sensation, like the knowledge of a mistake that can't be fixed.]

I need another one. For Derek.

[The sliver of glass fits easily in her palm. She remembers the shattered mirror pieces that had fallen out of her locker, one jump, how she'd cut her hands open over and over clearing the mess up. Things always seem to come around in cycles.]

[doggedly]

[A similar tingle of awareness passes up his fingertips and hand and arm, but Sirius interprets it far more pleasantly. Like the sort of chill you get from eating an ice cream in the cold, one that you look forward to.

Less pleasant: Derek.

But Sirius only rolls his eyes and he's already shifting his stance even as he does that, because he's digging another shard of mirror out of his pocket. Slightly smaller. Maybe this is a coincidence. Maybe it's to inconvenience Derek. Who can say.]

Must we?

[He hands it over anyways.]

Only joking. Don't tell him it's from me, or he'll chuck it without a second thought. Might chuck yours as well, while he's at it. And we can't have that.

[strayed]

[Taking another piece of mirror from him involves another brush of contact, but at least this time she has a strong thread of irritation to distract herself from it.]

I'll tell him I found the magic mirrors in the jungle. And that other people just happen to have found some too.

[That sounds more like a scenario that would have Derek treating something suspiciously, if not insisting on getting rid of it. Sirius was a topic Derek liked to talk derisively or dismissively about, but that didn't mean he'd be spiteful about anything associated with him.]

He won't throw them away just because they're from you. [She settles the second piece of mirror in her hand, clinking against the first.] They're useful.

[doggedly]

[He hoods his eyes at her, wrinkles up his mouth and nose, like, yeah right. Derek, and trusting. Two words that don't fit together. He could read that sarcasm from four quidditch pitches away.]

Oh, is that the key to giving him gifts? Useful gifts. I'll make a note of it, thanks. Although I did try to give him a razor once, for shaving, and he turned me down cold. That was useful.

[strayed]

[She raises her eyebrows, more than unimpressed.]

Does he look like he shaves?