Author:
Colleen Marie....um, I mean....Fufu
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Date Posted: 15:11:12 02/27/03 Thu
(hey, did any 1 else note the sudden change of colors? r we paying tribute to Griffendor now??)
Lupin smirked at Peter, who was now drooling on his shoes. 'When those start squishing I am going to laugh...' he thought merrily. Peter did not know that Lupin had been aware of his love...erm, obsession for several months now. Naturally, Lupin found it both sick and twisted that anyone could fall for their bast friend's sister, but all's fair in love war, and school-boy crushes.
"People, we really should be getting to class," the young werewolf reminded his friends in his characteristic 'responsible one' way. "Besides," he added with a somewhat nasty (oh, who am I kidding, it was downright evil!) smile. "we have some business to attend to, do we not?"
Known by pretty much anyone who had ever been graced with the good fortune to be placed in the Mauraders' year, the young men had a sort of ritual (but, no, it was not anything to do w/ chickens....only Peter took part in animal sacrifices of any kind, and Lupin was pretty sure they weren't of any relevence to their yearly traditions). No, this was an amusing trick they played year in and year out, on the first day of every potions class. Unfortunatly, they had to be to class early to get it done, and they were just a bit behind schelduale.
Rushing to the empty classroom, the boys crept in, once again forcing Peter to act as lookout for them. Silently, with practiced precision, they carefully poured vial after vial into some glass beakers. Then, very gently, they exchanged each of the ingrediants with one another until no herb was in it's rightful place. Slipping the vials back into their original places, the boys slipped out of the room, high-fiving each other as they went.
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