"Hey, Theo?" Draco walked over to his table. "Is this yours? I found it in my bed." He put a muffin wrapper on the table.

"And what were you doing in bed at this time of day?" Theo asked.

"Don't answer that!" I said quickly. I had seen Draco and some seventh year girl going in earlier. I'd rather not know, in detail, about Draco's sex life.

Draco grinned mischieviously. "Have you two had any fun today?"

"How can we have fun when we have a Muffin-napper on our hands?" Theo asked incredulously.

"Blaise, if you get bored and want to, well, do somethin'. Let me know." Draco grinned and winked. WINKED at me.

"Yeah, I'll look you up later," I rolled my eyes. "Go find some other girl."

"Hey, Ginny!" Dear God, he's trying to seduce Ron's little sister. Ronnie's gonna be hearin' about this!

"Blaise, look!" Theo shoved the muffin wrapper in my face. "It's Snazzle's wrapper!" Theo was crying for the third time today. "He's gone. He lived such a short life. He wasn't even buttered." Then his face became angry, "Draco did it! Why else? He ate it! Or even worse, threw it out!"

Then Theo got up and stalked over to Draco while Draco was trying to smooth talk Lavender Brown, who was buying every honey laced word that dripped from his lips. Theo forcefully tapped Draco on the shoulder. Draco turned around, irritated.

"How could you?" Theo shouted, throwing his arms in the air. "I thought we had something! Then I find out you double cross me! I trusted you!" Great, now people are going to think Draco, Theo, and I are a threesome.

"Theo," I hissed, "reword that!"

"Oh. Draco! I thought we had an agreement! We'd never tamper with each other's stuff! I thought I could finally trust you not to steal my stuff. Then I discover you ate THIS in bed!" Theo waved the wrapper under Draco's nose.

"I didn't eat that."

"Yeah, sure, you didn't!" Theo replied angrily, "And my name's John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmit!"

"Whatever you say, John Jacob," Draco replied. I got to say, that was a nice come back.

"If you didn't eat it, who did?" Theo questioned. "One second." Theo dragged over a chair and forced Draco to sit down. Then he shone a flashlight over Draco's head.

"Where were you this morning at six' o'clock, the time, by my estimations, the muffin disappeared?"

"I was in Classroom 109 with Lavender."

"Where were you last night at approximately seven' o'clock, the time I brought in my muffin?"

"I was flossing my teeth."

"Where?"

"In the bathroom."

"Where?"

"The Slytherin one."

"Where?" Theo was obviously enjoying interrogating people.

"The Slytherin one for guys on the left."

"And what, exactly, were you wearing?"

"Ummm... A pair of plaid pajama bottoms."

"Hmph. You can go." Theo sat in the chair Draco quickly vacated. He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Hm..." he muttered to himself. "Then where could the trail of white fluff have come from?... EUREKA! Snape ate it! That's where the white fuzz came from! His slippers!"

One problem, genius-boy, why would Snape want to eat your muffin? Yeah, answer me that...

"What do you want, Mr. Nott?" Professor Snape, sighed exasperatedly, looking up from an essay he was flunking...erm... grading.

"How could you?!"

"'Scuse me? How could I what?"

"You know I love muffins! How could you go and deliberately eat my favorite muffin?"

"I didn't."

"Didn't what?" Theo looked confused. "Didn't eat it or didn't know I like muffins?"

"I didn't eat it. Anyone who doesn't know about your obsession muffins is an idiot and obviously is not smart enough to survive in the real world," Snape answered crisply, returning to grading another essay.

"Then. Then. THEN what exactly were you doing in my dormitory?"

"Trying to separate two lust-crazed adolescents from each others' grasps..." Snape said calmly, not looking up from his paper.

Ah, my suspicions were correct... Draco was having a little "fun" this morning. Isn't it a little early in the day for that? Even for Draco, I mean, come one, it's not even noon yet.

"Oh." Theo looked despondent. "But-but-but SIR! My muffin has disappeared!"

"Is that all?" Snape said as he scribbled a "T" for terrible across Harry Potter's paper. "Well, that's easy enough to solve. Why don't you ask Filch? I'm sure he's been in your dormitory cleaning today."

"ONWARDS!" Theo pointed his finger into the air and marched out the door.

"Enjoy your day, Blaise," Snape smirked.

You betcha... Chasing after a muffin snatcher, oh what fun! Everyone should be envious!

"Mr. Filch!" Theo whined. "Can I talk to you?"

"Eh, whassat?!"

Ahh.. the classic Filch line... Classic, simply classic.

"Did you happen to eat a muffin that was in my room?"

"No," Filch snapped back, "why would I do that?! Now get out of here, you hooligan!"

"Did you eat it, Mrs. Norris?"

Good God, Theo's asking the cat. Well, there's some progress for you. Hey! Maybe she'll answer us.

"She says check with Peeves," Theo stood up from his crouching position.

Why do I even bother? Why? I could be doing homework, studying, socializing, making fun of Ernie MacMillian's new haircut...

But, no, I'm here. With Theo. Who's talking to a cat. Looking for a muffin.

"PEEVES!"

"Aw an ickle sixy wants to ask Peevesie some-ting, maybe?"

"Did you eat my muffin?" Theo demanded sharply. Yeah, Theo, let's ask the floating blob of plasma, because he's totally capable of eating something.

"No, Peevesie wouldn't. He couldn't!" Peeves looped around a chandelier dangling from the ceiling.

"Well, do you have any idea who did?"

"PIMPLY PIMPLY PIMPLY!" Peeves shouted.

"Just because I have a few zits means nothing!" Theo argued. "I wanna know who ate my muffin and I wanna know now!"

Peeves settled to the ground. "Peevesie will give the ickle sixy one hintsie-wintsie. Potty-wee Potter!" Then Peeves shot into the air, laughing hysterically. I swear, if anyone has issues, it's Peeves. Well, Peeves and Potty-wee Potter.

"Potter, how could you? I thought you stood for justice! And integrity! And justice!"

"Huh?" Ah, yet another semi-unintelligible comment from Potter. Or Pothead as Draco mildly puts it.

"Hey, Blaise... What's going on?" Ron walked up to us. Oh nothing much, Ron, I'm just chasing around my boyfriend who's on the verge of posting up Missing Muffin posters.

"Not much," I shrugged. Just watch the scene unfold, just watch.

"Potter stole my muffin!" Theo announced.

"No, I didn't." Potter said, looking confused.

"Yes, you did," Theo countered.

"No."

Yes."

"No."

"Yes, you did. Don't deny the truth!"

"Okay, no, I did not steal your muffin and I am not wearing underwear-shit..."

"What?!" Theo yelped. "That was way too much information. Excessively too much!"

Ron and Hermione stared at Potter strangely, probably wondering which one of the Slytherins cast an Imperius Curse on him forcing him to say such things.

"This interrogation is OVER. This is getting way too weird!" Theo said, as he turned to march off. "COME, Blaisie! Let us continue our quest!"

"See ya, Ron," I waved to him. "Oh, Potter, should I inform Draco you're going commando? I think he'll-"

"Don't you dare!" Potter snarled menacingly. Woah, okay, over-react much?!

"Ciao for now..." Theo waved, grabbing my hand.

As we were walking back to the common room, Theo confided in me, "I think I've got a lead. It's just a hunch, but it's all we have to go on."

Okee-doke, Mr. Nancy Drew, what ever you say. "That's great, Theo," I said, because, hey, I wanted this to be over as soon as possible...

"But let's take a break for an hour or so, you seem tired. We shall continue this investigation at oh-three-hundred-hours!"

"'Kay. I'm going to take a nap. See you at 3."