PARADISA LOST

Paris has turned me into a Muggle!

[ James actually sounds quite pleased and excited. Despite being a Pureblood Wizard who enjoys his magic far too much, he is quite looking forward to living how the other half live. He's never had this experience before. Everything has been magic, magic, magic, and a great lack of telephones. Lily would love this. This is how she grew up. ]

What does one do in Paris? I've never been out of London before. Never really had the chance to.

What do people do in other countries? I'm referring to those without magic. There's no Floo or Knight Bus or any shops where I can buy chocolate frogs. Do you take photographs with those boxes? Drive around in your automobiles? Talk to strangers on the tele-mo-phone? [ Telephone. He was so close! ]

Who: toerags and haruno
What: Flying lessons!
When: September 26, afternoon.
Where: The Castle Grounds.
Rating: PG for awesomesauce.

( the straw beneath my wings )

[ James exits Room 1613 of the Impetus Tower, finding it absolutely empty. There was no name plate on the room, so James felt that perhaps while the rooms wait for residents to arrive they would turn into useful things like janitor closets (although, James didn't think of it in terms like that - he suspected a broom closet or Filch's office) - and was disappointed when no brooms were to be found.

He's been looking for a few brooms all morning. He wants them so he can see if he can charm them to fly like the brooms back home - perhaps recreate a Cleansweep that has finer straw or a Nimbus that feels better in the hands - so he can teach Sakura how to fly. And he misses flying himself.

He'd wish for his broom back home, but what happens if life isn't on pause? He hopes it is. Deep in his heart he is hoping it is. But if it wasn't, he didn't want to take his broom away from where he's hidden it at Godric's Hollow. That was for his children - his future ones, for his recollection of Harry was nowhere to be found.

And, besides, where's the fun in wishing?

Out in the corridor, James sighs. ]

Does anyone have a broom they no longer want? Or know where I can find a few?

[ Only the best for Sakura! Besides, what happens if his charms didn't work? He needs several test subjects! ]

( ooc: open for dictation or action! )

I, for one, am happy to see this wench of a castle. Sorry, my fellow cruisers, but dry land is my companion and the air my best friend. Though, I was wondering if you cruisers still wanted your necklaces we scored from the island. I'm in the business of collecting. [ And if only you could see James, wearing as many necklaces as he can and holding a few umbrellas from his drinks. Many of them are broken. ] And anyone else? I got these tiny umbrellas that are looking for a few best friends. Dunno what the pirates got, but if you've scored any unwanted loot, James Potter will gladly take it off your hands.

And whoever raided my room, I hope you find a broom shoved so far up your - [ The journal closes in his fit of anger to only reopen: ] - can't sleep for a week. [ James doesn't suspect a thing. ]

It was a pleasure sunbaking with you all. Though, I'd prefer to have been pirating. Didn't quite like those green things taking over the boat.

[ There's a burst of green light as "-Kedavra" hits him and - ] Li- [ James blinks away the bright green to find himself in a room very unlike the one he had been cornered in. It's the lobby of Cair Paradisa - but James doens't quite know that yet.] -ly?

[ James found himself sprawled on the floor. Getting up, he took in his surroundings. It was a castle of some sort - much similar to Hogwarts - but it lacked the warmth and familiar tug his home of seven years caused within his stomach. ] Padfoot? Evans? Dumbledore?

[ A journal lay open near where he once laid. He bent down, picking it up, and watched as the words he had spoken appeared on the page. ] Flobberworm. Squid. Snivellus. Confundusapparatusmotherhubbarddogoldtreechickenhenpotato - Huh. [ For all the words appeared on the page. James found this very interesting. ]

[ James shrugged, deciding that this journal was just another trick of Sirius'. He spun on the spot, closing his eyes, thinking of home - Godric's Hollow, Lily's warm smile, the snow - and when he opened his eyes, he found himself looking at the same walls he'd just seen. So - Apparating seemed to be down at the moment. ] Well. At least I haven't appeared to splinch myself. [ That was the least of his problems. For the panic had yet to settle in. ]