[Sirius--who could care less about the disappointed face of Murphy Pendleton--who could, generally, care less about the disappointed face of anyone, with very few and rare exceptions--has no hangups about swinging carts around--which he happily proves by swinging his cart around at the end of the corridor, completing the turn at a less-than-breakneck-but-still-inadvisable speed. Devilish and daring even at a pace barely above a brisk jog.]
I'll scratch you--
[Which doesn't exactly make sense and is, in fact, a little juvenile of a response--but so what, the cart's not been scratched and Sirius is already heading back in the other direction, his risk paying off splendidly in that he is now in the lead.]
[ Since they're being juvenile to begin with, Remus lifts a hand from the controls long enough to gesture as rudely as he can at Sirius while their paths cross, before he starts the process of turning his cart around at a more responsible speed and chasing after him.
Cheating—real cheating, the kind that goes unnoticed and makes a difference in the outcome—is for Slytherins, but being a pain is the arse is a more global trait, and the way back is a long ways to be staring at the back of Sirius' hair, so. Remus gets his wand out, once he's turned around, and says, quietly, ]
Aguamenti.
[ He aims the charm at said back of head, a quick and not particularly forceful jet of water. Wizarding squirt gun. This is all very mature and appropriate for 22-year-old war veterans, what are you talking about. ]
[As he's hit with the water, Sirius jerks forward, with a very unGryffindor yelp. His hand slaps at the back of his head, indignant--]
What the hell, Lupin--
[--And of course, because he's slapped at the back of his head with his hand, and his hand is covered in armglove, it's sort of a less-than-graceful move, made clumsy by skin that sort of isn't his.
Hands off the controls of the cart means, by the way, that the cart veers to one side, with a suddenness that is uncanny for the speed that it's been going all this time. A sedate pace does not apply to veering, apparently, or really more of a nosedive gone sideways, directing Sirius straight toward a wall, and straight off-course.]
Shit--
[He's laughing, but he tries to grasp the controls again, toggle the cart back onto track--a little too late--]
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I'll scratch you--
[Which doesn't exactly make sense and is, in fact, a little juvenile of a response--but so what, the cart's not been scratched and Sirius is already heading back in the other direction, his risk paying off splendidly in that he is now in the lead.]
Eat cart, Lupin!
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Cheating—real cheating, the kind that goes unnoticed and makes a difference in the outcome—is for Slytherins, but being a pain is the arse is a more global trait, and the way back is a long ways to be staring at the back of Sirius' hair, so. Remus gets his wand out, once he's turned around, and says, quietly, ]
Aguamenti.
[ He aims the charm at said back of head, a quick and not particularly forceful jet of water. Wizarding squirt gun. This is all very mature and appropriate for 22-year-old war veterans, what are you talking about. ]
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What the hell, Lupin--
[--And of course, because he's slapped at the back of his head with his hand, and his hand is covered in armglove, it's sort of a less-than-graceful move, made clumsy by skin that sort of isn't his.
Hands off the controls of the cart means, by the way, that the cart veers to one side, with a suddenness that is uncanny for the speed that it's been going all this time. A sedate pace does not apply to veering, apparently, or really more of a nosedive gone sideways, directing Sirius straight toward a wall, and straight off-course.]
Shit--
[He's laughing, but he tries to grasp the controls again, toggle the cart back onto track--a little too late--]
Shit, look what you've-- aaah--