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Hi you little pranksters, it's me: GoingInsane alias Sirius Black!
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My official holiday
Sirius Black:
It was the 1st of April, one of those special days that are always marked with a big red circle on my appointment calendar. It was the day made for pranksters, people who are profoundly good at taking the mick out of someone and to turn everything upside down, guys like me or James. Because guys who are special do deserve a special holiday, don't they?
I turned on my back, crossing my arms under my head and watched the ceiling, smiling with satisfaction and tremendous anticipation while thinking about the forthcoming actions spread along the day. And it would be a very long day. Especially for one person.
With a grin from one ear to the other I asked myself if the greasy grit would dare to step out of his dungeon. If he does, I will give him the certainty that he will crawl back to his dorm on all fours tonight. I closed my eyes to let pictures pass my mind, imaginations of the day which filled me with such a great excitement.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a noise coming out of the trunk under my bed. First I opened one eye, lamely followed by the other. I waited if the screeching underneath me would soon come to an end but it didn't. So I decided to derive myself from the annoying sound.
I let out a sigh before I swung my legs out of the four-poster bed and kneeling next to it. The noise was getting louder as I gapped my trunk and pulled out one of the tiny and sticky boxes spread over the floor of my trunk, filling it with a lot of sticky, pasty stains. The box from witch the sound was coming from was not much bigger than the ones you get when you buy some chocolate frogs, but the major difference was that this little box, which I picked and which was now floundering in my hands was filled with the best honey, the house elves could find. And wallowing in it a petty clew of pink painted Hudunders.
The others we caught were still resting and waiting in the wings in James' trunk. It was a hard piece of work to enchant and paint them pink as because there were more than a few hundreds of them flying, jumping and scrawling through our dorm. It was hard but it was definitely worth it: I could feel it with every single fibre of my body.
These little critters normally were peaceful and harmless and only attracted to honey, their favourite dish, but today they would get to know a new sort of honey. Human honey. Honey with a small taste of greasy grit!
I somehow felt sorry for those small creatures which James and I wanted to abuse for our prank, because they would stuck to the prat for at least a week or more but on the other hand, although they did not know, it was to my mind a big honour to be part of our little prank-party.
I opened the top and watched the chestnut-big creatures romping around sticky with honey and saliva. Most of the honey was gone but I did not care because I knew that there would soon be a fresh supply after all. And I guess that they understood me somehow. I petted one of the pink balls with a fingertip, careful not to touch the honey and closed the box before getting a shower, whistling a triumphant melody to myself.
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There he was, man of my wildest dreams and keen impressions beyond imagination, adored by my little prankster heart, making it jump up and down with excitement. He was it. The perfect target for all of my pranks. He was the perfect victim: stupid, bad looking and absolutely disgusting. He was, to put it in a nutshell, everything a prankster needed!
And there he was right in front of me lying on the floor looking as scared as if You-know-who himself would kill him in a few seconds. All I could do was laugh at him, the greasy grit of mine, my dearest enemy!
I can tell you how I love prankster's day! I adore it and thank God, that he made guys like Severus Snape who are willing to be our victim willingly time after time.
I trembled, shaking with laughter as he stood up, trying to march out of the room, trying to safe the last bit of his lacking dignity.
