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[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

[The video opens on a close up of a messy head of black hair, along with a pair of brown eyes and glasses staring fascinated at the camera, grinning broadly.]

This thing is brilliant! On my way to detention with Filch, then I end up here? I’ll take that any day. Figuring out Muggle contraptions is loads more fun than polishing trophies for the five hundred and eleventh time. Though I suppose he could have had something more evil in mind, he had a suspciously creepy smile when I saw him last time. [He pulls the camera back and tugs at his dogtags thoughtfully, then runs a hand through his hair, which just serves to make it even messier.]

Can’t say I’ve ever ended up in America before, and I can’t apparate yet, so I s’pose ...[There’s a little pause.] I don’t suppose there are any wizards here? Or anyone that knows how to get me back to Hogwarts?

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Fanservice, fanservice, fanservice. ;)

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

Mmm. I was home. Jus' after the end of fifth year. Mum was all... [He manages to lift a hand for a moment, in a vague, illustrative gesture.] You know.

Apparently I've been here before. When I was older. So I'm a legend in two realities, ha! When they give me a trophy for it, [yaaaawn] you shall be allowed to polish it.

Clearly I need to hunt down more Shoebox related James icons.

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

[He nods and nuzzles a little closer. Sleepy Sirius is in turn, making him sleepy, which simply means they shall have to explore the city together in the morning.]

Yes, right, your mum was your mum. [There's another hug, briefly, and then:]

'M not polishing anything of yours or on you, mate. Sorry.

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

Oh, but nobody does it like you, James. Jus' the way I like it. With the- the spit shine. Elbow... grease...

[And with these illustrious words, Sirius Black falls asleep. He will wake up with his face more or less buried in James Potter's armpit, a decision he will regret keenly in the morning, but these are the small prices we pay for the treasure of friends regained.]

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

Hnnf. Arse. [And with that, James falls asleep as well. At least he won't be drooling on Sirius' head with Sirius in that position. We hope.]