A/N- In which they face the troll. And Liv gets hungry.

Serious business.

-Light.


"Hey. Hey! WILL!" Liv yelled, running for her fellow Ravenclaw.

"Hey! Did you hear? There's a troll in the dungeon!" Will said happily, gesturing towards the castle.
"Yeah, we-" "I'm just hoping it wrecks the potions room." A long haired Gryffindor appeared behind Will, ignoring the death glare Liv sent in his direction.

"Hey, Rory. Haven't seen you in a while. Still smuggling guitars into Hogwarts?" Martin asked, brofisting his childhood friend.
"You know it, man. Got a beauty there last night. Have her hidden inside the suit of armour next to Binns' classroom." Rory replied. Martin nodded in appreciation.

"So, TROLL IN THE DUNGEON?" Light cut in, poking Will in expectation.

"Yeah, they think on of the Slytherin's brought it in. Y'know. For the hell of it." Will replied.

"That would make sense, but I have one question." Liv said, looking a Light with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, if there's a troll in the dungeon, why the fuck are we still here?" Light continued, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The boys laughed, nodding in agreement and the group began barging their way towards the entrance. As they neared the steps, a blur of black and stupidity blocked their way.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" a girl dressed in clothes from a bad vampire novel screeched.

"Going for a pleasant walk around the grounds?" Martin said, rolling his eyes.

"You're going after that troll, aren't you?! You stupid fucking preps! I'M going after the troll. I can stop it because I'm a VAMPIRE. And GOFFIK!"

"Oh, fuck of Ebony." Rory said, barging past her and walking up the steps.

"Ebony? I thought her name was Tara?" Liv asked, following him to the door.
"Who really knows any more? I thought it was Enoby for years." Will said, opening the door hurriedly.

"HEY! YOU THERE! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" an angry Gryffindor yelled.

"It's okay, we're Prefects!" Light yelled, pushing the others through the door.

"I still don't know how you're a Prefect." Martin said as she shut the door behind them.

"Yeah, me neither" agreed Liv, a undertone of irritation in her voice.

"Troll. Dungeon. Now." Light ushered, heading for the stairs.

A loud roar sounded from above them.

"So, troll NOT in the dungeon." Will said, running up the stairs to the first floor.

After searching for several minutes, which was too long considering it really shouldn't be difficult to find a troll, of all things, the stench led them down a dimly lit corridor.
"Looks like someone had the same idea." Martin said, gesturing along a side corridor.

"Hey Mike!" Light greeted, recognising the trademark green hat immediately.
"Hey! Heard we had a troll infestation. Gonna go see if it communicates solely in leetspeak." Mike said, joining the group on their quest.

Rounding a corner, they laid eyes on a massive, and I do mean massive, grey troll, who was beating a wall furiously with a club.

"Oh, great, it's Karkat." Light said, thoroughly unimpressed.

The troll turned, making his way towards the end of the hall.

"He's heading for the KITCHENS!" Liv screamed, fury lacing her voice.

"STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE!" Liv yelled, picking up pot plant and flinging it towards the unsuspecting troll.

Catching it's attention, the troll turned, brandishing it's club.

Martin, ever the martial artist, leaped for the troll, delivering a fancy kick to it's upper leg. And promptly tripping over it's giant foot. The troll attempted to move towards them, but stumbled over Martin, hitting it's head off of the wall and crashing to the ground, unconscious.

The students stared in disbelief as Martin picked himself up off the ground.

"I meant to do that." He said, nonchalantly.

Will muttered in disbelief. Rory and Liv approached the unmoving troll. Liv, being Liv, wasted no time in jumping over it's legs and heading away from the group.

"Where are you going?" Mike yelled after her.
"I'm hungry now!" She shouted in reply. Mike turned to Light in question.
"Eh, it's Liv." She shrugged.

They turned their attention to the long-haired Gryffindor who was prodding the troll with his foot.
"Well, that was anti-climactic."