PART 12

Professor McGonagall confiscated the vicious ice bees before James and Sirius could release them in Snape's pants drawer.

But that was ok because Fletcher had an angry demonic sapling he wanted to get rid of and they were happy to take it off his hands.

They stowed it away in the holochamber for later use and ran to the dorm to look at the map.

Except they couldn't find it anywhere.

"Where is it? Where did you put it?" James asked, tossing trash around him.

"Where did I put it? You had it!"

"I hope it's not hiding under your underwear again!"

"I hope it's not hiding in your underwear again!"

They searched and searched but the map was nowhere to be found. And so they went to the library.

"Where's the map do you have it?" they asked Remus.

There was quite the pause.

"I gave it to McGonagall," Remus replied after that pause.

Blank faces.

"You are joking."

"You wouldn't stop releasing vicious ice bees everywhere."

"You gave it to McGonagall over some bees? Are you out of your mind?" James asked.

"We could have released something else bloody hell!" said Sirius.

"It wasn't about the bees-" said Remus.

"No, it was about you doing 'the right thing' because of some scare, because you certainly didn't bother before!"

"Did he at least show up to pat you on the back or whatever he does?" James asked.

Crack, the sound effect. And lo, Hoody stood amongst them.

"So sorry I am late," came his deep, booming voice รก la Christopher Lee, minus the caps lock. "Well, it looks like you did the task. The fact that you have to spend your afterlife being one of Lucifer's minions just adds to the selflessness points, because you could have just refused on account of not winning anything. Although you did postpone your death, and I suppose that was enough of a motivator for you. That was all a waste of talk. Ok bye."

Then he was gone.

"After everything we've done for you," said James, twisting the knife some more.

"I thought we were friends," said Sirius, just shoving it just a weee bit deeper.

Doing the good and right, how good could it feel really?