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[Picking up from here:

Sirius does not go back on promises. Which means that, as soon as he's given his time frame, five minutes, he leaves his room and heads for one of the empty ones. The after-effects of his fight with William is slight--wizards, man, they heal up and they heal up fast, and in the end, the damage hadn't been that much. And his good cheer is still intact, perhaps weirdly.

Then again, this is Christmas that they're talking about. Some things are important.

He leaves the door open so Kate will know which room to go into. Not that she'd have a hard time finding it, because he's also whistling, very loudly, Christmas carol after Christmas carol, sat on the floor and filling a conjured basin full of conjured water.]

[ Kate has never been the sort of Christmas zealot that others clearly are or that her bitching at Edgeworth might imply. If you'd asked her how she felt about it as a holiday her reply would mostly consist of shrugging. It's alright, better in theory than in practice. She doesn't even really love snow, either. It's a pain in the ass in the city after the first lovely half hour or so, all filthy slush puddles and cabs sliding around the street.

But stuck in space for almost a year the idea of anything even a little like weather grabs her hard, and Sirius doesn't have to wait for long. She follows the sound of O Christmas Tree until she finds the right door, giving the wizard on the floor a smile as she props bow and quiver against the wall and then joins him, folding her legs in front of her opposite the bowl. ]

Okay, so more water than what's in the air required. Good to know.

[O Christmas Tree has not yet reached its conclusion, and Sirius holds up one finger to warn Kate: wait just a moment. He gives the water a stir with the tip of his wand, how love-ly are your bran-ches, ritardando and long sustained final note--

And then he looks up at her, with a grin.]

Nah. This just makes it easier. Everything is so bloody same-y in space, even rooms. Look at this one, it probably looks exactly like yours, if you took everything out of yours. [Not that her room is messy. He actually has no idea; this is a guess.] I'd extend the walls if I could, but I think that might actually cock up the ship even more.

Anyways. Just snow, or should we try for some ice as well?

[ Kate laughs as he shushes her to finish up. She'd join him but harmony is beyond her whistling skills, so she just waits and grins. And her room is very neat, thanks!! ]

Both, definitely both. Why not? It's space Christmas, after all.

[ Extending the walls has her glancing around at them, nose wrinkling before she nods. ] Yeah, that'd be nice. Or if we could at least paint them something other than awful mural colors. [ Not that she really wants to take quite that much ownership of this space, even if she's probably spent more time here than her actual apartment at this point. ] Is that like the thing with Shepard's bottomless bag? You make a space hold more than it looks like it should from the outside?

Both. I like the way you think, miss.

[He taps his wand against the side of the basin, almost thoughtfully--but then, when he sticks the tip of it in and gives the water inside a swirl, a tendril of water curls over the side in a distinctly not-watery way--too solid, in the way that it flows over, and onto the floor, smooth and glassy.

Sirius, meanwhile, also gives the room a glance. Bottomless bags, very nice. One guess as to where those came from. His mouth thins a little. Snivellus will not stand in the way of Space Christmas.]

Yeah, more or less, with some modifications. The bags have to be undetectable extension charms--you could use those for rooms, but it would get a bit weird, especially if the charm were to collapse on you.

[The puddle on the floor is distinctly silvery now, and Sirius leans over to give it a tap with his wand. With a sizzling crackle, a tendril of ice spreads across the surface, like the veins of a leaf.]

What about like a tent or something? I mean if there were any tents on board, which there probably aren't.

[ Kate's still asking about that but she's watching the winter-making process with obvious curiosity and a smile that spreads with the ice across the floor, though it's warm enough it's a wonder the frost doesn't melt under her attention alone. ]

I like it already.

And we've barely started. Don't tell me you're easy to please.

[He tsks, like this would be such a shame, and he keeps working as the ice spreads. It's all wandwork now, a few jabs toward the air, and then a quick whip of the wand, cutting through some invisible layer--and from the tip of his wand, a cloud billows out, quick, and grey--]

I could make a tent. And then I could extend it. They sell 'em pre-charmed, of course, but beggars, choosers, et cetera. Is that what you want for Space Christmas? An Extended Tent?

Edited (spelling mistakes nooooooooooooo) 2014-11-19 23:01 (UTC)

I'm pretty sure no one's ever said that about me. [ Kate flashes Sirius a grin in profile, but her attention follows his wand, and the cloud that spills from it above their heads. ]

You can make a tent? You mean you can build one out of stuff that's around or you can just make one magically appear out of thin air? I haven't really gotten a sense of the limits of your kind of magic yet.

[First time for everything, Kate. He does an ehhh one-shouldered shrug as he works, to indicate as much. The cloud seems quite content to grow on its own now, and Sirius drops his arm for a moment, surveying his handiwork with a slightly critical eye.]

I can do either, really. Transfiguration is easier than anything else, here. It's not really that it's got limits, it's just that there's loads of ways to get to do what you want to do, you've just got to work out how to get there. With some small exceptions.

[Satisfied with the cloud's progress, he gives it a little nod. Right.]

Now, it's easier if we get a seasonable cold going in here. Shall I conjure up some mittens for you, or will you manage without?

Sure, mittens. Why not?

[ Kate pretty clearly just wants to see more magic and as much as she's keeping an eye on the cloud she's also watching Sirius work with open curiosity, eyes a little narrowed but not in skepticism, just thought. ]

So transfiguration is just you can turn a thing into anything else? There's no limit on, like, the parts having to exist within a certain range or anything? Like even if there's no yarn on board you can make mittens? Or is someone's sweater in their locker somewhere unraveling to make this happen?

Not exactly. Transfiguration is all about exchanges. Things want to keep the shape that they're in, right? A mouse wants to stay a mouse. He doesn't want to be a teacup. So when you transfigure a mouse to a teacup, he'll always look a little like a mouse, 'cos that's what he wants to be. And he's always going to want to go back to being a mouse, so he won't stay a teacup for very long.

[He reaches behind him, somewhat absently, and tugs the blanket off of the bed toward him as he talks. With his wand, he severs the corner of the blanket--a silent invisible burn--and the same spell, then, to bisect that corner, so he's got two pieces.]

But a mouse transfigured to a mole, that might be easier. A mouse transfigured to a very tiny furry jumper--also easy. A blanket, transfigured to a mitten--

[He taps the severed corner of one bit of blanket, and it curls up on itself, rolls into a narrow tube--and then one end inflates, puffing up into a space for a hand--a tube for the thumb, sealed at the top--]

So easy it barely takes any work at all.

[ Kate's fascination is obvious, she's all but set her chin on her hands to listen, rapt. When the blanket turns itself into a mitten she grins and reaches out to take it, wiggling fingers inside. ]

That's so cool. And so useful, especially around here. Are there limits, like-- do you have to have seen a thing before, or need to know how it works? Like if I asked you to turn some pile of plastic into a laptop, could you? --I don't need one, just hypothetically.

[lap... top...

All these years aboard the Tranquility have given Sirius a rough working knowledge of a great many muggle concepts, even weirdo future concepts, but, strangely, laptop is not one of them. Or else they were called something else. He shifts his wand as the second mitten begins to grow out of that second bit of blanket, and scratches at his nose with his thumbnail.]

Lap Tops are probably too technologyery to be made with magic. [A bit too formal on 'Lap Top', a bit too enthusiastic with the suffixes on 'technologyery', but he says it smoothly enough that he could nearly pass.] I dunno, no one's ever asked for that sort of thing before. If I knew the bits that went in it, I could make the inner bits, probably.

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