Author: Sapphire Dragons
Warnings: Language, dry humour, walls being able to see, hear, and smell. Woe be us!
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: A collection of walls witness various moments in the Marauder's time.
Feedback: Yes please!!
Disclaimer: I don't own HP! (this also goes over to the story Igmoticus Praticus, since I forgot a disclaimer there)
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The walls have ears, you know.
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CRASH
"Shhh!"
"God, Padfoot! Can't you go anywhere without knocking something over?"
"Shut up, Mister I-Walk-Around-At-Night-With-My-Eyes-Closed!"
"Sheesh, can't you lot ever be quiet? It gets annoying listening to you bicker."
"Stuff it, Worm."
"Now really Prongs, that was uncalled for!"
"So says the boy that turns into a rampaging beast once a month."
There was a pause.
"Hey! That sounds like Lily!"
"Don't ever let Lily hear you say that, she'll kill you!"
"Ahh. That's our Moony, ever the peacemaker."
"Wait, guys, shut up! I hear something!"
A voice rises from the corridor.
"Where are they, my sweet?"
"Ah shit!"
"It's Filch!"
"Run!"
The sound of running fills the air, and then the hall is silent again.
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The walls have eyes, too.
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A different hall witnesses a pecuiler sight.
Four boys are running down it's corridor, pulling open doors and slamming them shut.
The boys look wild-eyed and disheveled, and are obviously quite angry.
Now this wall had never seen these students, so naturally it wondered what was going on. It peered at the boys.
They had stopped in front of a portrait and seemed to be arguing quite fiercly.
The wall made out several hand gestures, most of which where quite rude, before one of the boys took off. The rest followed quickly, and the wall found itself bored again.
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The walls can smell.
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The smell of food wafted down the corridor, mixed with the smell of four humans.
The wall inhaled deeply, and noticed something strange. One human seemed oddly out of place. With another quick sniff, the wall discovered that all of them were different.
One had the distinct air of fur and blood. The wall retched slightly, not wanting to smell that anymore.
Another smelled simply... dirty. Like there was mud covering it. Another unpleasent scent.
A third smelled quite musky. There was a scent of sweat mingled with hair gel, and the breath of the outside air.
The last one, the wall decided, had no particular odor, but was simply out of place.
As the smells passed, the wall settled down for a peaceful rest.
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Now if only these walls could talk! Imagine the stories you'd hear! But until then, these walls will hold their secrets well.
