A/N: I found the complete collection of 150 Things Not Allowed, so I thought that it would be great fun to write a short one shot for each one. Please review! I'd love to know what you think. If there's one that you'd like to see certain people with, let me know!

~Shiloh

I will not poke Hufflepuffs with spoons, nor will I insist that their house colors indicate that they are 'covered in bees'.

It was one of those disarmingly sunny days, where the sky is clear and everything just seems a little bit brighter all around. None of the students of the most esteemed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry could force themselves to remain indoors. The grounds were covered in cheerful young people, everyone smiling, for exams were over and they had two whole days in which to relax and enjoy themselves; really, they couldn't help but smile about that. One such person, who was rather enjoying it a lot, was Ted Lupin.

Teddy, as he was called, was stretched out near his favorite tree, soaking up the sun. Hands were behind his head, his ankles crossed, and a contented smile flitted across his lips. His girlfriend, Victoire Weasley, whom he had known for nearly all his life, which was quite a long time, and whom he had pursued nearly as long as he'd known her, was sitting tailor style beside him, chattering with a fellow Ravenclaw. She was currently running her fingers through his signature blue hair.

It was a fact that Teddy had grown up to be a very fine, intelligent boy, smart like his dad with the same warm smile and artless charm. Of course, he also inherited his mother's spunk and sense of humor. After all, the product of one Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin, a once Marauder, would never turn out a nicely behaved and angelic sort.

No, he had his own fair share of detentions recorded and could remember several incidents when he hadn't been caught. Those were remembered generally quite fondly. He was never one to pass up an opportunity for a carefully laid prank or well timed, witty remark. In fact, just such a moment was about to occur.

Abigail Lansdown was the name of the friend Victoire was conversing with and Abby was quite afraid of bees. This was an unfortunate circumstance really, for this was the season for them. In fact, one such specimen, a rather harmless honey bee actually, presently landed on her shoulder.

Victoire leaned over and lightly brushed the offending insect away. "You had a bee on your shoulder." She said in explanation.

Abby shuddered. "Ugh, I hate those things." Victoire frowned as it came back.

"Merlin, he doesn't want to go away."

Just then, Abby had the misfortune to feel small legs upon her hair. It had, unluckily, landed at the part of her hair so it was rather easily detected, tickling her scalp. Abby froze and her eyes grew huge.

"Get it off." She whispered. Teddy thought she was being rather dramatic, from where he lay listening, so he spoke up.

"Just ignore it, it'll go away."

"Get it off!" Abby screeched. She jumped up and began wailing and flapping her arms about. The bee had most likely long since disappeared, disgusted with the ridiculous display, but Teddy was never one to waste a bit of pandemonium.

***

"You did what?" Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress, stared incredulously at nearly graduated Teddy Lupin. She had known his father, had known all that the senior Lupin had gotten up to during his years at Hogwarts, but this was a first. When Professor Neville Longbottom had brought in a small group of students this was not what she had expected. Of the two boys before her, one sported a growing, rather spectacular black eye, and the other seemed ready to give another. A pretty blonde was rolling her eyes in exasperation, a small brunette was giggling, and another honey blonde looked afraid.

"Well you Professor – " Teddy began, but he was cut off by a rather indignant Alistair Smith, who, of the two, was quite unharmed.

"He attacked us! For no bloody reason – "

"Language, Mr. Smith!"

"Sorry Professor. But the thing is, he came after us screaming about swarms and 'them' being everywhere. He scared poor Carrie and could have seriously hurt us!"

Teddy sent him a scathing, sarcastic look that was nicely accented by his black eye. A nice purple now. "It was a spoon Smith, not a cleaver. Sweet Circe Professor, I was just having a laugh."

"But why, Mr. Lupin?" Minerva was sure that he hadn't caused any real harm, if anything, he had been harmed. Smith had a bit of an air for the dramatic. She was still, however, fuzzy on the details.

"Abby is scared of bees," He motioned to the giggling brunette. "and she was going nuts over one, I'm not sure was actually there, and I was just having a go at her. To calm her down. Make her laugh."

"So you went after Mr. Smith and Miss Perkins with a spoon?"

"Well, it was the handiest thing." He explained. "And there was a bit more to it than that." He grumbled under his breath. Minerva wasn't sure she had ever dealt with a situation quite like this one.

"Do explain, Mr. Lupin, your exact reasoning."

"Bees, Professor. I was just joking Abby that there were swarms of bees. So I was chasing them away."

"I'm still not sure why you went after Mr. Smith and Miss Perkins and poked them with a spoon." No matter how many times she said it, she still couldn't quite imagine it. Really, she wasn't sure she understood any of this.

"They're Hufflepuffs."

"Your mother was a Hufflepuff!"

"Yeah, and from what I hear she was a right nutter too."

"Mr. Lupin!"

"Well, they were wearing Hufflepuff colors." He said this as if it explained everything he had been trying to tell them all along and now he felt that they should be properly enlightened.

Blank stares all around.

"Honestly Professor," He said with longsuffering. "They look like they're covered in bees."

The portraits started tittering and it all went downhill from there.