By: goyankeesbooredsox's secret buddy
Special Notes: Taking me longer to update, sorries. It's that time of year.
REMINDER: None of the Harry Potter series and/or movies are mine. It would be nice, but they're not. Only Leonie, Rebecca, and any relationships formed between them and other students are form my imagination (based off real people, as you may have guessed, the other user of this account.).
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"Found it," Leonie grinned, sinking through her knees and picking up the slender wooden wand. She kept her position on the ground, twisting the wand between her fingers. Rebecca leaned with her back against the wall, letting out deep sigh. Her heavy breathing matched that of Leonie, and it proved the idea that they had been running all over the school grounds. Leonie pocketed the wand, and ran a hand through her hair, a worried look on her face. "Rebecca, you okay?" she asked, looking at her pained friend. Rebecca began to take deeper breaths, trying to stop her fast-paced heart.
"Yeah. I just haven't run that much in ages," Rebecca managed a grin, though her face was still scrunched in pain. "Last time I had that much distance to cover was in co-ed soccer before my first year in Hogwarts. Quite the workout, all to find your wand," she shot Leonie a scowl and straightened. She began to pace the width of the corridor and then pace back, finally managing to bring her breathing pace back to normal. The entire time Leonie had been murmuring things into her wand, and suddenly a floor plan of Hogwarts popped up, beautifully detailed. A green body shaped figure was lying in one room, while two other figures, one purple and the other sea green, were arranged in the same positions Leonie and Rebecca were in.
"What's that?" Rebecca asked, walking over. She stood next to Leonie, who got to her feet and left her wand standing up so the map was in front of them around stomach height.
"See those blobby things, the purple and ocean colored ones?" Leonie pointing to the two figures, which had huddled together now, just like Leonie and Rebecca. "That's us, and this is the floor plan of the dungeons," Leonie proclaimed proudly, and Rebecca pointed to the green blob on the other side of the map.
"Who's that? Are they sleeping?" she asked, trying to get a closer look. Leonie waved her wand over the green figure, and Rebecca squinted to read the text above Leonie's wand. "SEVERUS SNAPE!" Rebecca cried, punching her fist into the air.
"But look," Leonie moved her wand so the map would move to eye level. Rebecca leaned in, but the sight only confused her.
"Why he is up in the air? Did you do that?" Rebecca asked, walking around the floor plan. She watched her purple blob do the same thing, but Severus didn't move. "wait a minute," she murmured, counting the small doorways in the diagram. "Seven doors here," she muttered, then straightened and faced the direction she assumed Severus was in. She began to count in her head, pointing at a door in the distance. "Wait a minute…" she left off, and she could hear Leonie sigh and put the map away.
"THAT'S HIS ROOM! You don't remember hiding a teacher in his own room?" Rebecca yelled, charging down the hallway towards Snape's classroom. Leonie followed behind her, an exasperated look on her face. Rebecca slammed the door open, glancing wildly around Snape's classroom. Leonie walked calmly down the hallway, muttering to herself. When she reached the potion room, she could hear insane grumbling from under the desk. Several drawers slid shut, and Rebecca appeared from behind a walnut desk in the front of the classroom. Leonie leaned coolly against the doorframe, watching Rebecca charge about the classroom. Suddenly Rebecca froze, turning to Leonie. "Why aren't you looking?" she asked hastily, her head jerking about at all the walls and cabinets. Leonie sighed and walked over, clasping Rebecca's head so it would quit moving and look at her. When Rebecca quit straining, Leonie dropped her hands.
"I remembered where I put him while walking over here," Leonie said simply, and Rebecca stared quietly at her, shaking with rage. She gave one last hopeless glance around the classroom before facing Leonie, who hadn't moved.
"Well?" Rebecca asked, taking a seat on the table. "Where is he?" Leonie stuck up one finger. "What?" Rebecca asked. Leonie stuck up her whole arm. "WHAT?" Rebecca nearly yelled.
"LOOK UP!" Leonie retorted, and Rebecca slowly craned her neck to meet eyes with a magic bound professor on the ceiling.
"YOU TAPED OUR PROFESSOR TO THE CEILING?" Rebecca yelled, and Leonie pulled out her wand, pointing it at the professor. With a quick flick of her wrist, the body came crashing down the floor.
"Yes," Leonie growled, stalking over to Snape, who was still asleep. "No one looks up when they're in here," she continued, kicking the professor.
"How do you know?" Rebecca asked, joining Leonie next to Snape's body.
"There's two main reasons people look up: to check if the sun is shining, or to pray. Since you can't see the sun from here, no one would be checking the weather. And since everyone knows once you enter this room, prayers can't help you, no one bothers to look up and pray," Leonie informed her, pointing the wand at Snape. "You want to wake him up?" Rebecca considered the idea of having their evil professor brought back from his sleeping state, and shrugged.
"It's the right thing to do," Rebecca finally said. Leonie shot Rebecca a weird look and put her wand away. She carefully stepped over Snape's slumbering form and wandered into his potion's closet. She seemed to have forgotten Rebecca was there for a couple of minutes.
"A couple of days I had found a very interesting book among the humor section of the library," Leonie started, her voice faint from within the closet.
"What were you doing in the library?" Rebecca asked.
"Looking for the forbidden potions book. It's been checked by Granger for a while now," Leonie grumbled, "But anyways, I found something much better. It's called Spells, Tips, and All Those Other Neat Tricks," Leonie poked her head out of the potion cabinet, waving a small black book with the title glittering in gold letters. "I've made most of the potions in it, but there's one I still want to try: Boils. The thing is, these are a little trickier. They'll slowly inflate, further and further, until one of them pops, and lets out some sick green liquid. I've always wanted to try it, but I need a cat liver," Leonie ducked back into the cabinet, pulling out her own cauldron and ingredients. She ran back to the cabinet and pulled out a small pot with a wormy thing inside and a label clearly spelling out Cat Liver. "And now I've got one." She began to drip different ingredients into the cauldron, chopping the liver into small slivers (much to Rebecca's distaste) and dropping it in. The potion hissed and became a hunter green, and Leonie grinned.
"Who're you going to give it to?" a voice growled from the doorway, and Rebecca and Leonie whipped around, both of their wands out and hissing with furious magic. Three wands pointed back at them, but as soon as Rebecca's and Leonie's wands began to charge with a familiar green glow, the wands began to quiver noticeably. Leonie locked eyes with Hermione, her eyes livid, and an eerie grin spread across her face. Hermione shied back a bit, hiding in the shadows but still trying to put her confidence into her wand.
"Three children like you shouldn't be wandering the corridors alone," Leonie grinned, her voice hollow and eerie. Harry, ever the brave, took a step in front of his friends, his wand nearly stabbing Leonie in the heart. She snorted softly, and motioned for Rebecca to come over. Rebecca didn't head, and attempted to see what she was doing with her minor peripheral vision.
"We'll ask you again, who are you going to give it to?" Ron growled, stepping forward and breaking Leonie's fierce glare with Hermione. Suddenly Rebecca screeched for Leonie to hit the floor, and footsteps came pounding over. Leonie leaped, straightened herself out and landed against the floor with her palms flat against the floor and her elbows tucked against her body. Sloshing came form behind her, and before the golden trio could run out the door, a sickly green liquid that resembled the boil potion spilled over them, later with a black cauldron flying their. The cauldron hit Ron squarely in the forhead, and Hermione dragged him out while screaming in pain.
"Don't tell me that was…" Leonie started, and Rebecca nodded happily.
"The boil potion."