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"Don't lean in so close to me, Potter!" Callista finally snapped from the brittle patience she had left when James reached towards Remus from behind her, and managed to squeeze her petite frame with his muscular built, flooding her sense of smell with the messy haired boy's overwhelming scent as her body involuntarily pressed unto Remus' torso, which in turn made the overwrought werewolf even more conflicted with his own thoughts.
"Ow! You are so feisty, Shafiq!" James yelped from the sudden pain of Callista's nonverbal stinging jinx as the irate witch waved her hand.
Remus groaned inwardly. He didn't want to be caught in between James' constant, embarrassing declarations towards Callista and how the girl would implacably reject the stubborn wizard's annoying advances. It was like an endless and pointless tug-of-war on which no one would cease to surrender. Oh Godric, how he wished the full moon would end already.
"Invade my personal space once more and you'll get more than just a stinging jinx." While she was pointing the gold knife threateningly in front of him. The venom in her voice was clear but it still sounded like wind chimes.
"I'd risk anything just to smell that luscious perfume of yours," James adjusted his glasses, "No deal." And shook his head. He frowned briefly for a moment because it looked as if Sirius was gesturing to him with his hands to keep his mouth shut from across the table.
Odd, why must he stop talking? James was an outspoken, humorous individual who wore his heart on sleeves. Observably, it was only natural for his genuine and honest feelings to be voiced out to the auburn haired witch who was severely scrutinizing his every move as if she was already plotting his murder.
"You must be mad if you think I'd settle on simply smelling you from afar." James countered determinedly at her and he was not lying. He watched her expression changed from irritated to furious, and then to extremely livid at him while a powerful, unfamiliar hex was aimed his way. Even her wordless wand work was incredibly attractive.
He knew it was petty and immature for him to rile her up though, if this was the only way to get Callista's attention then so be it. All the hexes and jinxes he would receive did not matter to him. After all, Callista was exceptionally beautiful to James, especially when he observed the scorching passion in her amber eyes, the blazing flames of auburn hair cackling like fire and her plump, succulent lips muttering angrily at the raven haired boy in spectacles. Oh, Merlin what would he give to be able to kiss her.
James was not actually quite sure what she was frenziedly shouting at him, he zoned out a bit already in awe of her enrapturing allure as his hazel eyes continued to stare at her.
"Padfoot!" James was removed rather unpleasantly from his present daydreaming, "What the hell?!" Because Sirius had thrown a grape he grabbed from Peter's plate and it hit him square on the face.
Sirius rumbled in annoyance to James, "Look." And pointed with his chin towards the Slytherin table. He was not amused that his friends were not paying enough attention to the brilliant scheme they had prepared and the many risks they had to take along with it. Peter was animatedly munching on his bacon, Remus was worrying no less about his 'wolf problems' and James was drooling all over Callista. How bloody typical.
And the mischievous, naughty glint resurfaced in James' eyes as a playful smirk graced his lips when he followed his curly haired friend's gaze.
"Moony." James spoke loudly to catch the troubled werewolf's attention.
Remus looked up from his plate unenthusiastically and saw the Marauders excitedly watched the oblivious snakes drink from their goblets of pumpkin juice. He decided to forget about his worries for the meantime since Moony promised not to bother him for now. Remus did help orchestrate this elaborate plot so he might as well enjoy it.
"Why are those bloody Gryffindors looking over our table?" Severus glowered at the four Marauders nastily as he took a healthy serving of shepherd's pie. He could feel that they were definitely up to something.
"My cousin, with those filthy mudbloods and blood traitors?" Bellatrix replied in disgust and contempt, "Ignore him, that's what we all do." While she took a taste from her goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Does your stomach feel funny?" Avery whispered uncomfortably to Snape as he abruptly clutched his abdomen in pain and uneasiness.
"No, so spare me with your trivial details." Severus responded in revulsion, he did not want to be informed about Avery's body discomforts as he was on the verge of enjoying a hearty piece of pie.
But as soon the words escaped his mouth, Severus felt the abrupt impact. Oh, fucking Circe. He felt his insides twisting and turning into knots. The intense grumbling in his belly was loud and demanded to be felt. Cold sweat started pooling on his forehead; he could see gooseflesh rising from his skin and the sudden clamminess of his palms.
He was suffering from what he was very sure was a terrible loose bowel movement. He needed to find the closest lavatory quickly, that is if he could force his wobbly knees to stand without him having to dump his nasty deed inside his underwear.
Severus' perturbed appearance rapidly found Lily whose pretty face was contorted into a tight, pained expression and her trembling hands were balled into fists. There was no doubt in her actions that she too was experiencing the same predicament as he.
His attention was diverted when he heard the mischievous laughs of the Marauders emanating from the Gryffindor table.
Severus warily glanced over the breakfast feast prepared for them by the house elves and tried figuring out what could possibly be amiss. He put two and two together. "Those daft prats!" he bellowed angrily while he felt another loud rumble in his stomach, "They spiked the pumpkin juice with some sort of laxative!"
Although it was too late, all of the students have taken a sip of the vile concoction. Lucius and Yaxley were rigidly gripping the nearest item within their reach, fighting the awful urge to defecate on the spot with bloody concentration as their bottoms remain rooted in the seats.
Antonin was furiously cursing in Russian again as he tried maintaining his composure but the dreadful ache in his stomach was visibly hard for him to ignore.
Narcissa hastily spat the pumpkin juice she ingested in horror when she heard Snape's words but the inevitable twinge in her gut was already there.
Alecto and Amcytus shot murderous glares to the Gryffindor table, however they did not have the willpower to fire a hex in their direction as they had more upsetting issues that needed to be dealt with first, such as finding a goddamn bathroom, and avoid shitting inside their trousers from merely standing up.
It was going to be a long day for all of them.