[ 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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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--