They call me a baby driver [Open]
Sirius's investigation of the ship had been haphazard at first. Now that he was working with Moony on a map of Stacy, he planned to fix that. The Hangar was well explored as far as he knew, but he had yet to go there himself. At first glance it looked simple enough. Lots of vehicles of all kinds, most unrecognizable to him. Their unfamiliarity made up for the lack of secret passages of any kind.
It wasn't until he reached a motorcycle that a strange thought passed his mind. He hadn't expected anything of his to be here. After Azkaban he was grateful just to have his wand. The fact that Stacy had given him the Marauder's Map, his mirror, and enchanted knife had been mind blowing at first. Now he wondered if there was something else Stacy brought from his world.
He walked faster and scanned the Hangar. It was a long while before there it was. A Triumph Bonneville T120 that belonged to one Sirius Black.
"Oh, baby." He ran his hands over the handle and then down her body. His fingers found several dents but the damage was minimal. He could fix that.
He straddled the motorcycle and held his breath as he turned the keys that were still in the ignition. The engine revved. The bike sprung to life. Sirius laughed.
"That's my girl." He pressed a button and kicked off into the air.
Nearly an hour later anyone walking around the City would see a strange sight. A man on a motorcycle soaring over them. The motorcycle's engines masked his laughter. But he was still laughing when he set her down on a road and let the engine rest. He stroked the handlebars lovingly.
"We've both still got it."
It wasn't until he reached a motorcycle that a strange thought passed his mind. He hadn't expected anything of his to be here. After Azkaban he was grateful just to have his wand. The fact that Stacy had given him the Marauder's Map, his mirror, and enchanted knife had been mind blowing at first. Now he wondered if there was something else Stacy brought from his world.
He walked faster and scanned the Hangar. It was a long while before there it was. A Triumph Bonneville T120 that belonged to one Sirius Black.
"Oh, baby." He ran his hands over the handle and then down her body. His fingers found several dents but the damage was minimal. He could fix that.
He straddled the motorcycle and held his breath as he turned the keys that were still in the ignition. The engine revved. The bike sprung to life. Sirius laughed.
"That's my girl." He pressed a button and kicked off into the air.
Nearly an hour later anyone walking around the City would see a strange sight. A man on a motorcycle soaring over them. The motorcycle's engines masked his laughter. But he was still laughing when he set her down on a road and let the engine rest. He stroked the handlebars lovingly.
"We've both still got it."
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It was then that he happened to look up and see a similar device, though it was thicker than the bicycles he'd seen. Cedric darted to the side of the street, watching. Muggle devices didn't fly, did they? They weren't supposed to, anyway. There had been that odd incident with a flying car two years ago.
When the strange bike landed, he popped his head up to investigate. "...Sirius?"
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"Hello, Ced." He said brightly.
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"You sound like you've been hit by five Cheering Charms. What's so wonderful?"
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Liar. He would've been.
"And everything works?"
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"Why would I bother with a disillusionment charm? A simple hovering charm is all she needs. Well, relatively simple." It was actually a very complicated spell. It had taken weeks to get the motorcycle to fly properly. It didn't help that Sirius insisted everything be perfect. And after all that effort what was the point if people didn't see him taking off?
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"Oh! I just thought...if you were anywhere near Muggles. I didn't know where you lived." He ducked his head, looking fairly awkward.
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--so Sirius is now a bit closer to running over a pony with said motorcycle than probably either of them would like.
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"You're on." The motorcycle roared and plunged forward as he put on the gas.
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She also was considering finding a place to live in the City. As cozy as the nostril-bunks were, they did not give you much room to dodge if someone attacked you. And she was getting tired of choosing a different random one every night.
The sound of an engine revving overhead, moving too slowly for an airplane (and how did she remember that, right off the top of her head? Oh yes, Earth) made her sidestep and look up, ready to dodge into a nearby doorway if some experimental aircraft was about to land on the street - or on her.
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"Hey. Beautiful day, isn't it?"
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"I don't believe we've met. I'm Anwei Ayles. Do you fly around the City often?" She didn't remember seeing or hearing a flying motorcycle, but maybe she'd just been spending too much time in front of a computer screen.
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"It's a beautiful piece of machinery. Does it have anti-gravity on board, or does it use something else to fly?" She wondered if Fuyu could fly, with Zouichi.
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Hey, some of her best acquaintances are pieces of machinery, technically."Yes. Did you charm her yourself?" Or, are you a magician?
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Sirius had yet to meet one. It will surely be an interesting experience."I did. It's not an easy spell but once you get her in the air- it's worth it." Sirius was just going to keep lapping up any hint of a compliment for as long as he could.
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