A birthday present to my friend Katie! Who never had a party because everyone was away somewhere or engaged in important manners. Including me. :(
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"Hey Snivellous!"
A young, pale boy with black hair as dark as ink slammed his book closed and gritted his teeth. His onyx eyes turned to glare in the direction of the call, which was, without a doubt, directed at him.
James Potter and his band of followers swaggered across the courtyard to where Severus sat on a bench under a tree, reading a book on Potions ingrediants and waiting for his friend Lily to return from the library. Well, he had been until Potter had decieded to ruin his peaceful time.
"Potter." He hissed like an angry cat. His hand itched to where his wand was carefully concealed in his pocket.
The band of Gryffindors were now stood in front of the Slytherin, though two hung back slightly, with menacing grins on nearly all of their faces. Remus' expression was one of reluctance - whether it was reluctance in participating, or in stopping his leader's actions, Severus didn't care.
Coward, drawled Snape to himself.
"We better take away his book, James. Madam Pince would never forgive us if we let him drip grease all over it!" Barked Sirius, and James and Peter joined in - the latter with an annoying echo of 'Yeah, he'll drip grease on it!'
Severus resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the pitiful excuse for Gryffindors and kept his glare in place.
Potter drew his wand forefully and pointed it at Severus (who eyed it carefully), the end of the wooden weapon a few millimetres from the pale boy's nose.
"Good idea Padfoot! Maybe we should teach Snivvy a lesson about ruining the library's property?" Potter's grin had turned malicious now.
"For your information, Potter," Severus sneered as he quietly withdrew his wand with his adversaries none the wiser, "this is my copy. And weren't you banned from borrowing books - or even going to the library because of that embarrasing incident?"
Before Potter or his gang of dimwits could respond with a hex, the black-clad Slytherin had revealed his wand and stated the only spell that he had been itching to try.
"Verba cogitatio!" He quipped with a flick of his wand to the left. A flash of purple shot out of the wand, hitting Potter square in the chest
At first, it appeared as if nothing had happened to the bully known as James Potter. The pure-blooded boy warily looked down his robe-clad body, fully expecting to be equipped with a set of tentacles or some extra legs or - God forbid - missing a useful part of the male anatomy. But nothing had been added. The teen wiggled his hips a little - everything was still there!
An arrogant smirk larger than the forbidden forest appeared on the Gryffindor's face and he ran a hand through his already messy hair - thankfully, not encountering donkey ears.
Black grinned smugly at Severus who sneered tauntingly in response. "Ha, Snivellous needs to pay more attention in class - he should be sent back to first year! He cries like one!" Said the boy with a barking laugh.
Severus didn't respond, just grinned widely, knowing the hex he'd found in a library book would come into fruition any second now.
It did when Potter opened his mouth to say something insulting about him, but instead of a long tirade at Severus' abilities and looks, the Gryffindor blurted out the only word he could.
"PENIS!"