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[cwiclac]

Who: Lily Potter (cwiclac), James Potter (heorot), Sirius Black (doggo), and Remus Lupin (xxxxx)
What: Keep calm, the Potters have arrived.
When: Lucky number Sept. 10 (or so).
Where: Varies depending on the thread.
Warning(s): Death. Sadness. Attempted child murder. Welcome to Harry Potter!

[ this is a closed log to deal with the initial waking up drama of the marauder era & co. harry potter cast, to avoid clogging the intro log and wasting away the captcha. threads down below to be created by the cast. ]

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[xxxxx]

[ That's what they all say, Remus could say, but it isn't the time for even joking about that, and might never be the time. Not with Lily Potter, of all people. He was alone, but he was alive. And free. And not a rat.

He's still sort of thinking it, though, so his answering smile is a little sad before he forces himself to stop gawking at her—not because he's finished disbelieving his own eyes, not because he won't be sneaking astounded looks at both Potters later and possibly forever, sketching back in the details that memory erased or distorted or confirming the details he does know for the twentieth time just to make sure. But he can at least see how unwavering astonished staring could become unnerving. He looks down the row of pods instead. ]

You'd better not. I'd hate to have to explain to James first thing that I lost you.

[ And, speak of the devil and his devil companion, there is distant—but not too distant—and familiar barking, maybe some equally distant collision sounds, and Remus covers his mouth with one hand. It's a double-purpose gesture that accomplishes both exasperation and smiles hiding, and therefore one of his favorites. So much for rational human brains. ]

[doggo]

[So much for anyone at this reunion standing on two legs is perhaps what the previous line of narrative text ought to have said.

Because now the distant barking is less distant, and has been joined by other ambient noise--a galloping sound, hooves on whatever these floors are made of--and alarmed shouts from people who have found themselves suddenly leaped over by a fully grown stag--and then there is the stag, perhaps turning the corner fluidly like a painting come to life, or else leaping over some obstacle--but either way, wholly majestic and surprisingly nimble for a beast of its size.

And then there, close behind and barking madly, is the dog, who is perhaps a little less nimble, because as he comes around the corner, his paws skitter and he bulls forward and whops Lily with his tail and Remus with his shoulder, wriggles between them to get to the stag, or to the arbitrary finish line--if this is where James and Lily agreed to meet or if this is some point earlier on that particular path, who can say, certainly Padfoot can't, but it is probably a surprise; it certainly is a surprise to him, when all he wanted to do was beat a certain stag in a footrace, but now he has found Lily and Remus as well, Remus and Lily, all familiar scents and shapes in the unfamiliar--

He twists around and comes back at this the other way, throws his forepaws in the air and then comes down, hard, so that he can bull right back against Remus and Lily all over again, sniffing and barking and licking and generally not behaving at all like the aged dog he really is.]

[heorot]

[ prongs makes it to the spot. prongs wins this race. and his less-than-graceful slide to a stop around the next corner would have been a lot more embarrassing if not for the fact padfoot wasn't there to see it. when he does stop and look around, he doesn't see the dark mass at his feet. confused, curious, unsure- then there's the bark, the barking, and prongs cautiously starts back off in that direction. the barking doesn't sound angry, or aggressive, but what would it...?

moony is his first thought, then lily, then prongs is sprinting off in that direction. it only takes a few more moments before he comes to another stop, walking up behind where lily stands and nudging against her shoulder, rubbing his face against her back, before he sees the other figure there. catches the eyes of the other man. he pauses, briefly, once again struck by the age and the different and the change, before prongs is suddenly james again, the change smooth and fluid as breathing. one moment, there is a large stag. the next, it's james - tired and a little out of breath, but smiling - despite the way his chest curls dangerously at the sight of remus. despite everything it just adds to with regards to what happened.

james, after pressing a hand to lily's back in a comforting and all together habitual need to touch and let her know it's okay, holds his position briefly. just a beat, and then a second. ]

Hey, Moony. [ wrapped around those words is all the anxious worry he'd had before. the uncertainty and the pain and the general knowledge that where he'd thought he'd stopped this, before him is one more example that he didn't. that his worst fears did come to life.

but then james exhales, and then james steps forward, closing the distance between them and pulling remus into a tight hug. he feels as though he should say something, too - something to lighten the air that settles between them all - but he can't find the words. so instead, he moves to act, pulling remus tight against him. ]