A/N – OH MAH GAWD! PANTS!

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Chapter 12

"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer! You take one down and throw it around, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall!"

This is what most of the Slytherin students woke up to one fine, Saturday morning. Lemo singing. Loudly and horrible.

"Ninety-four bottles of beer on the wall! Ninety-four bottles of beer! You take one down, throw it at Cheesy's head, ninety-three bottles of beer on the wall!"

Of course, Cheesy was a very, very heavy sleeper, and slept through this. But Andy was a very, very light sleeper, and woke up the minute Lemo did. Mainly because Lemo had a very loud way of waking up; she liked to say good morning to everything she could see.

"Eighty-nine bottles of beer on the wall! Eighty-nine bottles of beer! You take one down, throw it around, eighty-eight bottles of beer on the wall!"

"Lemo, are you just skipping numbers to make the song go faster?" Ambo asked, looking at Lemo. Lemo waved her hand impatiently in Ambo's direction, and continued singing.

"Eighty-five bottles of beer on the wall, eighty-five bottles of beer! You take one down, throw it around, eighty-four bottles of beer on the wall!"

"…why are we throwing around bottles of beer?" Cheesy, who had just woken up, asked, looking groggily around the room, "And why is there no muffin in my hand?"

Ambo shifted her eyes. "I didn't eat it…"
"LIAR!" Cheesy shouted, jumping into a standing position on her bed, hitting her head at the same time. Ambo just shrugged and walked around the room, apparently looking for something.

"Seventy-three bottles of beer on the wall! Seventy-three bottles of beer! You take one down, throw it around, seventy-two bottles of beer on the wall!"

And on it went, Lemo continued to sing, even when they were making their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. However, Lemo seemed to have gotten a few people to join her in singing. Pansy Parkinson was singing along loudly, and more horribly than Lemo. Draco Malfoy was mouthing the words. He'd never admit to singing. Across the hall, Cheesy and Ambo could see Harry, Ron and Hermione singing along with Lemo. Even Dumbledore was singing a bit. McGonagall was trying to stop the singing, Snape was tapping his foot in time with the imaginary music, Flitwick was dancing, Sprout was bobbing her head, and Hagrid was crying for some odd reason. "Fifty-one bottles of beer on the wall, fifty-one bottles of beer! You take one down, throw it around, fifty bottles of beer on the ball!"

"This is getting really annoying…" Cheesy muttered to Ambo, who nodded enthusiastically. Finally, towards the end of breakfast, Lemo gave up and stopped singing. But that didn't stop everyone else. Draco had taken over the lead singer position, finding this as an awesome opportunity to show of his 'awesome' singing skills so he could get permission to start his 'awesome' band. Lemo often said this was so he could do Harry without people asking questions.

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The three girls were now outside, sitting by the lake. Cheesy was laying on her back, staring up at the sky as though she was interested in it. Ambo was throwing things at the Giant Squid, and Lemo was busy pulling up blades of grass and trying to get them into Cheesy's slightly opened mouth. Ambo suspected Cheesy was actually asleep, as her breathing was soft and peaceful, even though her eyes were open. Lemo shrugged this comment off as 'retarded' and continued on with her business.

"Does anyone remember if we have homework?" Ambo asked. Lemo shrugged.

"Probably do, but are we gonna do it?" she asked.

"Well, if it's DADA homework, I can do it. You two can copy off me. If it's Transfiguration homework, you can do it, and we'll copy off you."

"What about if it's Potions homework?" Lemo asked, finally succeeding in getting a blade of grass in Cheesy's mouth.

"Well, Cheesy's a bitch and won't let us copy, so I guess we're fucked in the A-hole", Ambo said, sighing.

"Not necessarily!" Lemo said, striking a heroic pose (that didn't look too heroic, seeing as she was sitting down), "I'm Cheesy's best buddy, she'll let me copy!"

"…you said that when we spent those whole two months getting home-school from your dads. She didn't let you copy. Once. She threw things at you when you asked", Ambo said.

"Such good times", Lemo said, sighing happily at the memories.

"…she threw bricks at you", Ambo said, looking incredulously at Lemo.

"Such. Good. Fucking. Memories", Lemo said, "Bitch."

"Fine, whatever. You must take pleasure in having bricks thrown at you."

"Oh, I do. I do."

"…weirdo."

"Would you two shup?" Cheesy asked, finally waking up, "You talk so loudly, the people in China can hear you!"

"LIES! THEY HEAR NOTHING! NOTHING!!!!" Lemo shouted, flailing her arms.

"…"

Ambo and Cheesy pushed Lemo into the lake, before both standing up and walking towards the castle.

Lemo resurfaced, spitting water out of her mouth. "I'LL GET YOU, BITCHES! I'LL GET YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! I LIVE IN THE SAME PLACE! I'LL GET YOUR FAMILIES! I KNOW WHERE THEY LIVE, TOO!"

"…you realize we're still next to the lake, right?" Ambo asked.

"Yeah, but it makes more of an effect if you shout it", Lemo said, getting out of the lake with Cheesy's help.

A/N – Dude, that was crap. And I hated it. Not really. Also, I realize that 'Andy' has been referred to as 'Ambo', but that's just 'cause I forgot that I called 'Ambo' 'Andy' in this story, so yeah…and I couldn't be fucked changing it to Andy. So, sorry for the confusion and such. Eat more pie.

CtC

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