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discedo2012-06-04 11:39 pm
maraudingprongs) wrote in discedo2012-06-04 11:39 pm
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[There's an eye pressed up close to the screen... or as close as it can get, behind the wall of the glasses that James Potter is always wearing.]
...Bloody Muggle... whatsit...
[Comes the grumbling tone, under his breath. He's clearly not aware that the 'whatsit' is on as he pulls back to fidget with it, giving a last, valiant effort to make sense of it before giving up and tossing it to the ground.
The view now just shows half his head, far above and mostly sky.
He's failed (for the moment) at dealing with strange thing number two: so he'll go back to dealing with strange thing number one!
Which was--...where on earth was he?]
Portkey, maybe? Droll of them. Middle of nowhere, to boot... could at least have the decency to transport me some place pretty if they wanted to have an unfair duel.
[Though, even as he attributes the sudden move to the Death Eaters, he does find it odd that... none are about.
No one is attacking him, really.
'No one attacking' doesn't happen much, mid-war, behind enemy lines.
So if he's not behind enemy lines...]
Merlin... not going to figure it out just standing around here, James. May as well get a move on.
And stop talking to yourself. It's not an attractive quality...
[Really. The invisible people here in he-didn't-know-where might get the impression he was barking mad, if he didn't stop monologuing soon.]
...Bloody Muggle... whatsit...
[Comes the grumbling tone, under his breath. He's clearly not aware that the 'whatsit' is on as he pulls back to fidget with it, giving a last, valiant effort to make sense of it before giving up and tossing it to the ground.
The view now just shows half his head, far above and mostly sky.
He's failed (for the moment) at dealing with strange thing number two: so he'll go back to dealing with strange thing number one!
Which was--...where on earth was he?]
Portkey, maybe? Droll of them. Middle of nowhere, to boot... could at least have the decency to transport me some place pretty if they wanted to have an unfair duel.
[Though, even as he attributes the sudden move to the Death Eaters, he does find it odd that... none are about.
No one is attacking him, really.
'No one attacking' doesn't happen much, mid-war, behind enemy lines.
So if he's not behind enemy lines...]
Merlin... not going to figure it out just standing around here, James. May as well get a move on.
And stop talking to yourself. It's not an attractive quality...
[Really. The invisible people here in he-didn't-know-where might get the impression he was barking mad, if he didn't stop monologuing soon.]
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Helen Magnus. It's a pleasure to meet you.