That's the start of it, anyways. Look, it's magic, all right.
[A little exasperated, but that's mostly because the snap of his fingers transferred the boggart boyfriend's attention over to him--just for a moment, but Octavia's reply dragged its eyes back toward her again--which means it'll hold its shape, for now, but it might change at any moment.
He raises his wand a little, tense.]
You have to laugh at it. Laughter weakens them. Or it did--these ones seem a bit trickier-- here, look--
[He squints, not at the boggart itself, but at its feet--takes aim, and a jet of whitish light zaps out of the end of his wand. It strikes the floor right below the boggart--there's a sharp crackle, like ice freezing very suddenly--and sure enough, a patch of ice spreads, right from the place where the wand light had struck, a quick ebb outwards.
The boggart seems not to notice, at first--but his next menacing step toward Octavia is an uncertain one--and the next, more uncertain still--and his heel slips out from under him and he falls, backwards, a neat slip on the icy patch.]
[ oh my god sirius you can't just 'it's magic' as though that explains everything.
she's confused, distressed, and the last thing she wants to do is start laughing. it doesn't make sense, not for someone who knows space ships and guns, technology and mutations - not magic and all that entails. still, this is his area of expertise it seems, and as skeptical as she feels it's not like octavia has anything solid to offer here.
the act of making the ice appear at not-lincoln's feet might have been fascinating in any other situation - and honestly, she'll be asking more about all this at a later date - but here and now it's just absurd. maybe it doesn't have quite as much of an effect as desired, but when the creature goes up and over she can't help the confused, short burst of laughter that's far more nervous than anything else. ]
[well 'magic' does explain everything ok what do you want]
Yeah.
[--simply put. Because it will. Or it ought to. It isn't yet known for certain that they'll have to really do a number on these particularly boggarts, right now, it's just like: a boggart is a boggart, so let's laugh at it. Absurd is close enough, or it's at least getting them toward laughter, so--as the boggart boyfriend tries to regain his feet, scrambling a little on the ice, Sirius waves his wand again.
There's one audible pop, loud--and then another, and another, and from the surface of the water rise daisies, actual daises, their white heads nodding in some unseen breeze. Soon boggart boyfriend is surrounded by a little patch of flowers--still unable to stand, because the ice hasn't gone yet. One noble effort leaves him sprawled in the tiny field, and Sirius grins.]
Trust me. This is like second year stuff. Should he have a nice little hat on, d'you think? With a flower in it?
[Easy, everything about this--and, subsequently, Sirius--is easy. He grins over at Octavia, totally blissfully unaware that the tide of the boggart might turn at any moment. Kid's stuff, seriously.]
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That's the start of it, anyways. Look, it's magic, all right.
[A little exasperated, but that's mostly because the snap of his fingers transferred the boggart boyfriend's attention over to him--just for a moment, but Octavia's reply dragged its eyes back toward her again--which means it'll hold its shape, for now, but it might change at any moment.
He raises his wand a little, tense.]
You have to laugh at it. Laughter weakens them. Or it did--these ones seem a bit trickier-- here, look--
[He squints, not at the boggart itself, but at its feet--takes aim, and a jet of whitish light zaps out of the end of his wand. It strikes the floor right below the boggart--there's a sharp crackle, like ice freezing very suddenly--and sure enough, a patch of ice spreads, right from the place where the wand light had struck, a quick ebb outwards.
The boggart seems not to notice, at first--but his next menacing step toward Octavia is an uncertain one--and the next, more uncertain still--and his heel slips out from under him and he falls, backwards, a neat slip on the icy patch.]
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she's confused, distressed, and the last thing she wants to do is start laughing. it doesn't make sense, not for someone who knows space ships and guns, technology and mutations - not magic and all that entails. still, this is his area of expertise it seems, and as skeptical as she feels it's not like octavia has anything solid to offer here.
the act of making the ice appear at not-lincoln's feet might have been fascinating in any other situation - and honestly, she'll be asking more about all this at a later date - but here and now it's just absurd. maybe it doesn't have quite as much of an effect as desired, but when the creature goes up and over she can't help the confused, short burst of laughter that's far more nervous than anything else. ]
This is going to work?
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Yeah.
[--simply put. Because it will. Or it ought to. It isn't yet known for certain that they'll have to really do a number on these particularly boggarts, right now, it's just like: a boggart is a boggart, so let's laugh at it. Absurd is close enough, or it's at least getting them toward laughter, so--as the boggart boyfriend tries to regain his feet, scrambling a little on the ice, Sirius waves his wand again.
There's one audible pop, loud--and then another, and another, and from the surface of the water rise daisies, actual daises, their white heads nodding in some unseen breeze. Soon boggart boyfriend is surrounded by a little patch of flowers--still unable to stand, because the ice hasn't gone yet. One noble effort leaves him sprawled in the tiny field, and Sirius grins.]
Trust me. This is like second year stuff. Should he have a nice little hat on, d'you think? With a flower in it?
[Easy, everything about this--and, subsequently, Sirius--is easy. He grins over at Octavia, totally blissfully unaware that the tide of the boggart might turn at any moment. Kid's stuff, seriously.]