Chapter 3: Potions Class Part 2

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"I'm sure your good-for-nothing parents taught you that spell by now, Killer?" Sirius said smoothly.

"I can recognize it, yea. No clue how to use it," Severus argued. "And I'm sure your parents are good-for-something?"

"Suuurre," Sirius said disbelievingly. "What does Avada Kedavara do? And—my parents are good-for-nothing as well."

"It's the killing curse, duh." Snape said offhandedly.

"Aha! You've used it before!"

"You're mental, Black!" Snape stood up.

"Thank you." Sirius also got off of his chair.

"It wasn't meant to be a complement."

"Well, thanks anyways."

"For what?"

"For keeping your hair out of my face."

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"It's HIDEOUS!"

"And yours isn't?"

"At least mine isn't greasy!"

"So? At least I try and get it un-greasy!"

"You're fighting a losing battle there, Snivelly. Once I learn the correct spell, I'll make it so you can win your battle. My hair is gorgeous!" Sirius flipped his hair.

"I'll win within the next 7 years without your help!" Snape said.

"No you won't!"

"Will to!"

"Won't!"

"Will!"

"Won't!"

"Will!"

"WON'T"

"WILL!"

"WON'T"

"WILL!"

Splat. Snape was hit squarely in the face with a blob of Sirius and James's potion. It was a good thing the potion had no real effect on people.

"What—was—that—for?" Snape sputtered, swallowing some of the vile tasting liquid.

"You disgust me." Sirius said truthfully.

"And you me."

Splat. Snape was hit again.

"Nice shot, Siri!" James said, giving up on making the potion.

Snape's abnormally large nose was dripping potion as he lamely tossed a bit at Sirius's face, who ducked. The potion was now aiming at James, who also moved out of the way. Snape's throw ended up landing on a Gryffindor girl next to James in the side of the face. Lily Evans. It spilt down her chin to her robes. She did not look happy.

"Excuse ME!" Lily snapped, wiping off the right side of her face.

James quickly pointed at Sirius, who pointed at Snape.

"WELL?" She demanded at Sirius and Severus. "Which one of you did it?"

"Snivellus the greasy-haired pureblood." Sirius said alongside with Snape's, "Black the crazed-insane fool."

"I'm going to get nowhere with that," Lily pulled a lock of scarlet hair behind her ear. "What are your real names?"

"Sirius Black."

"Severus Snape."

"No, you're name's Snivellus. Or Pureblood. Or Killer." Sirius said promptly.

"You're a pureblood too, you know."

"So?"

"Pureblood."

"Slytherin Pureblood."

"Gryffindor Pureblood."

"Greasy-Haired Slytherin Pureblood."

"Foolish Gryffindor Pureblood."

"Loser Greasy-Haired Slytherin Pureblood."

"Insane Foolish Gryffindor Pureblood."

"Friendless Loser Greasy-Haired Slytherin Pureblood."

"Deranged Insane Foolish Gryffindor Pureblood."

"Nerdy Friendless Loser Greasy-Haired Slytherin Pureblood."

"Mental Deranged Insane Foolish Gryffindor Pureblood."

"Big-Nosed Nerdy Friendless Loser Greasy-Haired Slytherin Pureblood."

"Hyperactive Mental Deranged Insane Foolish Gryffindor Pureblood."

"Un-Popular Big-Nosed Nerdy Friendless Loser Greasy-Haired Slytherin Pureblood."

"Pathedic Hyperactive Mental Deranged Insane Foolish Gryffindor Pureblood."

"Killer Un-Popular Big-Nosed Nerdy Friendless Loser Greasy-Haired Slytherin Pureblood."

Severus couldn't think of anymore insulting names to call Sirius, and he didn't want to complement him.

"And I'm sure you two let that out in an appropriate moment," Lily said, who had actually survived their mindless bickering.

"Yep we did," Sirius acknowledged.

Splat. Potion made contact with Sirius's face, "Ahh! My face! My beautiful face!"

"You deserve it."

"You deserve it more, Snivellus."

But Snape had already left. Potions class was over.

"I so won that argument agenst Severus," Sirius said in a high-pitched girlish voice as him and James walked to lunch. "He was just being SUCH a sore loser. A-Duh."

"Siri, drop the act," James scowled.

Sirius immediately grabbed hold of his backside. "No." James gave him a disapproving look. Sirius let go, "What'd I do, What'd I do?"

"Shut it." James ordered.

"Yes ma'am."

About 2 minutes later, Sirius began to whine. "I don't want to go to lunch."

"You don't like to go to places you're forced to go to do you?"

"Err—no."

"What about Hogwarts?"

"I had to scream like a girl for an hour strait to force my mum to take me to the station."

"Interesting."

"Thanks I know."

"Since you don't want to go to lunch, let's torment Snivellus 'till he hurls!"

"COOL!!"

"I know. You want to?"

"I'm hungry."

"Want to go to lunch?"

"Yep!"

That's Chapter 3 for you. I luff all you reviewers so much! Lots of mindless bickering in this chapter, eh? REVIEW! It's the only thing that keeps Padfoot going!