Heres the next ficlet, phew, thought I wasn't going to get it uploaded in time *hehe I got distracted half way through* I promise the next chapter will be serious! and actually make sense!
Still unbeta'd *le sigh*
A sudden blanket of snow had fallen over night, one day Tony had been furiously trying to reassemble his work-shop, and the next a foot of snow had fallen, preventing them all from attending care of magical creatures. All four houses had been abuzz with excitement for the upcoming Hogsmeade trip, and the prospect of wading through snow hadn't dampened it at all.
After the 'incident' as Thor had aptly named the events that destroyed the makeshift workshop, Tony had barely been seen and only revealed he was still alive when he stumbled into Defence against the Dark Arts, otherwise he was holed up in the destroyed classroom, regardless of classes he needed to attend. Nothing had pulled him away from the work, yet he was still waiting in the chilly entrance hall as the students milled around for the doors to be opened.
"Tony, you don't realise how boring potions has been, and didn't you get in trouble, I mean you're a Stark, not a saint" Bruce called as he pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and pushed his glasses further up his nose.
"How can they punish me if they don't know where I am?" Tony laughed before diving behind a pillar as Professor Hill walked past, papers stacked high in her arms. He crouched down low and shuffled towards the banister of the stone steps, nearly tripping Steve and Thor up as they rounded the corner of the corridor that led to the Hufflepuff common room, Clint and Natasha following closely behind.
"Ahh you're not dead then?" Clint remark cheerily from behind Steve who was helping to pull Tony to his feet as well as stopping an insanely long scarf from dragging on the floor, Tony eyed it critically before tugging it listlessly.
"Stop it Tony, it was a gift!" Steve blushed as he shoved the gold and crimson scarf inside his coat.
"Pretty lame gift" He retorted before being pushed towards the now open door as all the students tried to leave at once.
Once they were out in the open grounds, they trudged through the snow and glanced up occasionally when Clint decided walking on the tops of the crumbly walls was a much more efficient way of walking to the village. By the time they were all in the high street it was a unanimous decision to head for the warm sweetness of Honeydukes.
"I bet you ten Galleons this whole thing ends in chaos…again" Natasha muttered to Clint, who smiled and shook her gloved hand.
"You're on Nat" He let go of her hand and pushed through the students milling around to where Steve, Tony and Thor were standing in a huddle before a slightly daunted looking serving woman.
"I'm telling you" Tony began before pointing at the chocolate behind the glass case "You'll never manage as much as me, you may as well pay up now"
"Don't flatter yourself" Thor scoffed as Steve nodded in agreement. Tony leant back, his arms crossed on his chest and a look of resignation on his face.
"Fine, game on" He shrugged before slamming down fifty Galleons in front of the shocked server and grabbing a handful of chocolate from a near display "First one to be sick loses" Tony finished before shoving the chocolate into his mouth.
Natasha watched as the scene slowly descended into pandemonium as the other students in the shop gathered round and cheered the boys on as they furiously shovelled confectionary into their mouths. Eventually, one very angry senior worker managed to barge through the crowd, grab the three of them and haul them out of the door with a strong reprimand and the warning that if they set foot inside the shop again a very angry message would be passed to the school.
Laughing, the boys stumbled out of the door and onto the cold street, where Steve was promptly sick on to the icy cobbles, closely followed by Tony who had jumped in jubilation at being proven right, only to cover his front in multicoloured vomit, Thor just stood and laughed as the two boys groaned.
Standing next to Clint, Natasha watched through the window as Thor's little brother came up to the group, a package in his arms and an unusual smile on his pale face, only to be left standing in a puddle of sick as his brother's body finally rejected all of the sugar it had ingested. With a smug smirk on her face Natasha held out her hand to Clint.
"Pay up Barton, I believe that was a new record, we've only been here for twenty minutes and they have already been banned from a shop and humiliated themselves" She smiled as he dug around in his coat pockets and produced the money with a sad sigh.
"I thought maybe this time they'd manage it" He lamented before a tap on the shoulder made him turn.
"Manage what?" Bruce asked as he sucked the tip of a sugar quill unenthusiastically, Clint grinned manically before dragging him and Natasha out of the shop with an excited remark about the new Owls in the post office.
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