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Who: James Potter and Emma Swan
What: James is stuck as a deer and looking for someone to help him out
When: Nowish
Where: Outside Emma's door.
Rating: PG?

There are a few things you just happen to expect when you grow up in a magical household. Unexpected, magical changes are one of them. However, one of the (many) things that James thought he had pretty good control over was his animagus form. Admittedly he hadn't gotten around to going stag while at the castle. He hadn't had a real reason for it, and had no reason to think something was wrong with his powers. Admittedly, he also hadn't figured out what his loss was yet.

So when he was meandering through the lobby towards the kitchen and suddenly found himself with some extra hoofs he didn't remember having a few moments ago, he wasn't completely surprised. A little alarmed that it had happened without him wanting it to, but still not alarming like it would be for most people that suddenly find themselves stuck in the body of a deer.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to change back. So instead of standing around awkwardly and drawing attention to himself, he'd managed to charge up a flight of stairs, away from sight. He wasn't really sure where he was planning on going, considering wandering around the hallways stuck like this wasn't a lot better than standing in the lobby stuck like this.

It was by pure luck he manage to stumble across a room with the name "Emma Swan" printed on it. Less luck, however, when a good sharp kick to the door produced the loud "knock" he wanted it to.

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He appreciated that she wasn't doing that. It's humiliating enough that he lost control of his ability to transform in the first place, the last thing he wanted was in caught on video. Plus there would be this whole set of questions on James' part about how her video recorder even worked, and he couldn't really asked any of those when he was like this. Especially considering he couldn't even seem to write at the moment.

He let out long suffering sigh, but looked up at her, dipping his head down once to thank her for helping out here. He didn't mind getting help from time to time, but it was a little frustrating how little he can do for himself at the moment.

Still with her holding down the paper he tried again. Dragging the pen slowly across the paper, trying to fit all the words onto one page.

Sad when you considered once he was done with is writing all he had managed to write out was one word "THANKS" in large, messy letters.

She'd argue that it is more than any other deer has ever been able to do, but that would be distasteful. Maybe. Instead she manages a smile before reaching over to give him a little scratch behind the ear.

Deers like that right?

"You're welcome."

Deers don't generally let people close enough to let people give them a scratch behind the ear, but James doesn't seem to mind all that much. He's not typical the type that likes to be petted, but not being the one to turn into the dog out of his friends he wasn't the one people put their hands on. Best to say he's ambivalent to it.

He nods his head a little, and drops the pen out of his mouth. He might want to write later, but there's no point keeping it there when writing is as much of a hassle as it is.