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[staggeringego]

[ Well this has been one long and adventurous journey, but James is glad to be back, in the bed the castle provided him, in his own, natural form.

God he missed having hands. ]

Well that was fun. Nothing like a little adventure from time to time. Lets not do that again any time soon, however. I think I'm good for nice, long break from everything for the time being.

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[staggeringego]

[ Oh now she has his attention. So she does understand him. Either she's a very clever animal, or he can sympathise with the boat she now finds herself in.

He leans forward. ]

Anything I can help with?

[songsandstories]

[She nudges his knee with his snout before huffing through her nose. No. There's nothing to do.]

[staggeringego]

[ He laughs at that reaction, and leans over so he can look her in the eye. ]

Now this might be a little presumptuous on my part, but if I had to guess I'd say you don't normally look like that, do you?

[songsandstories]

[She shakes her head and then moves to find something red. You know her, James. You've met her. Red hair.]

[staggeringego]

[ James does tend to remember the redheads in his life, though he's not sure what she's looking for. She shouldn't have to look too hard to find something red though, considering his room is decked out in Gryffindor colors, so there's gold and red everywhere, including some Qudditch clothing he's got lying on the floor.

He stands up though, looking around himself while having no idea what he's looking for. ]

And you're stuck like that too, aren't you? Believe me, I know that one.

[songsandstories]

[She takes the red robes and tries to put it on her head. Think, James. Head. Red.]

[staggeringego]

[ He frowns, trying to figure out what she's doing here. What is going on here? It's almost as if she's trying to signify something to him.

Ah... maybe? ]

Do we know each other?

[ Well he's on the right track at least. ]

[songsandstories]

[She yips before nudging his legs. This is ridiculous, but yes. Think, James. The robes are still on her head as she shakes them. Sitting down, she puts her paw up as if to take.

What had they talked about? Pranks and archery. There wasn't much in his room to jog his memory of that.]

[staggeringego]

[ She's in luck, at least! He's yet to run into many people with red hair during his stay at Paradisa. Mostly brunettes and a couple blondes really.

He kneels down in front of her, giving her a thoughtful look before grinning uncertainly. ]

If I didn't know better I'd think I was speaking with Ms. Stone right now.

[songsandstories]

[She jumps at that. James Potter, you genius. Shaking off the robes, Lady howls her approval.]

[staggeringego]

[ Aha! So he did get it right! And he'd been taking a stab in the dark with that one. ]

Well that answers that question.

[ He stays where he is, marveling at this. He had no idea at all that she was even capable of magic! And considering his only experience with animal transformations have been the castle using his own abilities against him... Still, someone else could have done it too her. ]

There's no chance you did this to yourself, is there?

[songsandstories]

[She slumps down on the ground, quietly howling before her head hits the floor. No. It wasn't her.]

[staggeringego]

[ Well there goes his animagus theory, maybe she's not magical after all. ]

Was it someone in the castle?

[songsandstories]

[She drops her head, shaking it. No. It was the castle.]

[staggeringego]

[ Well he's had his own problems with the place, and heard it plays tricks on people from time to time, so he can guess that's what's behind it at least. ]

How long's it been? Hours, days... weeks?

[songsandstories]

[Lady howls lightly. It's been almost a week. Not that she can convey that.]

[staggeringego]

[ It does become a little difficult, and he realizes his mistake of asking the question like he did. He'll amend that though. ]

How about this, one howl for hours, two for days, and three for weeks.

[songsandstories]

[She howls twice.]

[staggeringego]

Days then? Howl out the number for me.

[songsandstories]

[Have another five howls.]

[staggeringego]

[ A low whistle. A lot of time to spend stuck as an animal. He understands that one. ]

Can't imagine you've had a good week.

[songsandstories]

[She moves to lay at his feet, whining.]

[staggeringego]

[ He's reaches down and pats her on the shoulder a couple times. He figures that gesture is close enough to what you'd do to another person that it's not demeaning in case she's the type to be upset about that sort of thing. He couldn't blame her if that was the case, not everyone is Padfoot. ]

Tell you what, I'll get you anything you need for the rest of your time stuck like this.

[songsandstories]

[Touching a direwolf isn't usually the smartest thing, but Sansa has already been pat. Her nose nudges his hand in thanks. Though she's taken care of decently. Except doors.]

[staggeringego]

[ Well admittedly touching a normal wild wolf is a pretty good way to get your fingers chomped off too. He grins at the nudge though, having a good guess what's a sign of gratitude. ]

'Course if anyone's willing to hold a piece of paper still for you, you can always write down a request or two. Not exactly easy, believe me, but manageable.