[To Kate's eye--wherever in the jungle or the camp her eyes happen to be; whatever time of day it is--the light starts off as distant but gains ground quickly, springing from tree to tree and illuminating underbrush with eerie indistinct light as it goes. The light is physical enough to look like a mass, a nearly-solid form that darts between the trees and trails lingering threads that cling, briefly, to trunk and to branch like fine hairs caught in the rough bark.
The closer it gets, the more form that it takes. Legs, ears, nose. Tail. Four paws that run but never touch the earth, and as the light gets to Kate it does a quicksilver gambol around her, silver tail fanning the air. Ghost dog!
Ghost dog that speaks in Sirius' voice, an all-important message that obviously necessitated a patronus and not, you know. A walk.]
Hiya, Kate! The river water is still poisoned. We're still sitting by it. This is a patronus. Remind us again, why aren't you a witch? No offence. We like you anyways.
[ Kate comes very close to shooting it. A weird mass of light rambling toward her is not the sort of thing that generally bodes well, especially when you're living in the wreck of a haunted horrorship in a mysterious alien jungle. When it shapes up into a dog she's still not sure she shouldn't run. She blinks hard, pinches herself, but it's still there and now-- now it's talking? She looks around for Sirius, but then finally relaxes. Wizards.
She finds them at the river in however long it takes to walk there, and she's been thinking all the while. She takes a seat on a rock beside them. ]
[rule # 1239123 of muggle-wizard-friendships: don't shoot cute dogs made of light like it wouldn't hurt anything but it's rude.
Anyways. Here's Sirius, riverside, without Remus at present but he was just here a moment ago, discusssing with Sirius just how cool and brilliant the talking patronus spell is, and demonstrating yet again, helpfully, borrowing Sirius' wand to show him. Probably Remus is crying about his lack of wand so we'll give him a minute, because we're good friends and very understanding.
Sirius grins at Kate, first. Hiya, pt II. And then:]
[ well maybe if it were more obvious it was cute dog and not some sort of monster coming at her from the woods, work on your patronus definition please sirius!!
Kate grins back. Hi, pt III. ]
That dog from the ship? Why did it look like him? I thought it was a ghost or something for a second.
[Muggles, but in a fond non-racist kind of way. Her question has got him thinking now anyways, wheels quickly turning.
Fuck.
But moving on!]
That was obviously a patronus, Ms Bishop, and nothing less. You'll need to refine your terminology if you want to hang about with wizards. Say it after me, now: pa tro nus.
[ maybe it is but it's also the ghostly manifestation version of a mumble ENUNCIATE YOUR CUTE DOG or something I don't know do what you want magic miracles etc
Kate thwaps his shoulder and does not say it after him. ]
I get that! But it looks just like this dog I met on the ship. You must've seen him, big black dog? Really friendly and smart? I swear to god I didn't dream that.
[ She is actually not as sure as she is trying to sound. ]
speaking of ghosts, returns at long last to haunt this :]
[Sirius seriously (hah) considers this for a moment.]
Nah, doesn't ring a bell. Have you got a photograph? My patronus was silvery, wasn't it--not black? I don't think anyone can do colours on their patronus.
[Play it cool, play it cool, play it cool, and remember not to do the Padfoot thing around Kate.]
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patronus post
The closer it gets, the more form that it takes. Legs, ears, nose. Tail. Four paws that run but never touch the earth, and as the light gets to Kate it does a quicksilver gambol around her, silver tail fanning the air. Ghost dog!
Ghost dog that speaks in Sirius' voice, an all-important message that obviously necessitated a patronus and not, you know. A walk.]
Hiya, Kate! The river water is still poisoned. We're still sitting by it. This is a patronus. Remind us again, why aren't you a witch? No offence. We like you anyways.
Re: patronus post
She finds them at the river in however long it takes to walk there, and she's been thinking all the while. She takes a seat on a rock beside them. ]
Why that dog?
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like it wouldn't hurt anything but it's rude.
Anyways. Here's Sirius, riverside, without Remus at present but he was just here a moment ago, discusssing with Sirius just how cool and brilliant the talking patronus spell is, and demonstrating yet again, helpfully, borrowing Sirius' wand to show him. Probably Remus is crying about his lack of wand so we'll give him a minute, because we're good friends and very understanding.
Sirius grins at Kate, first. Hiya, pt II. And then:]
Sorry?
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Kate grins back. Hi, pt III. ]
That dog from the ship? Why did it look like him? I thought it was a ghost or something for a second.
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A ghost. Honestly.
[Muggles, but in a fond non-racist kind of way. Her question has got him thinking now anyways, wheels quickly turning.
Fuck.
But moving on!]
That was obviously a patronus, Ms Bishop, and nothing less. You'll need to refine your terminology if you want to hang about with wizards. Say it after me, now: pa tro nus.
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Kate thwaps his shoulder and does not say it after him. ]
I get that! But it looks just like this dog I met on the ship. You must've seen him, big black dog? Really friendly and smart? I swear to god I didn't dream that.
[ She is actually not as sure as she is trying to sound. ]
speaking of ghosts, returns at long last to haunt this :]
Nah, doesn't ring a bell. Have you got a photograph? My patronus was silvery, wasn't it--not black? I don't think anyone can do colours on their patronus.
[Play it cool, play it cool, play it cool, and remember not to do the Padfoot thing around Kate.]