"Is sport acumen a particularly integral trait required of being Head Boy? That would explain it, I suppose. Makes as much sense as anything else," Remus murmured, smiling.
His wand was still in hand but his trepidation had waned. He didn't know what the hell was going on, and that should have been cause for more concern, but it was- between his friends' spirits and the type of magic they'd stumbled upon- fun.
There was a strong gleam of natural light coming from off to their left. A window, Remus thought, would be helpful.
"...Prongs," he said, stopping and shifting direction.
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Date: 2014-02-22 06:39 am (UTC)His wand was still in hand but his trepidation had waned. He didn't know what the hell was going on, and that should have been cause for more concern, but it was- between his friends' spirits and the type of magic they'd stumbled upon- fun.
There was a strong gleam of natural light coming from off to their left. A window, Remus thought, would be helpful.
"...Prongs," he said, stopping and shifting direction.
"Padfoot- this way, I think."