Someday becomes some- HOW THE FORK DO WE FIX THIS?

by Huffelpufdraws

We all know Albert and Race love pranking people. But not all of those pranks work out the way they want it to. Like the prank that poisoned Crutchie. (This is just a stupid little story I wrote. Some of the credit goes to VeronicaWeasley who had the conversation with me that inspired this entire thing. The cover art is mine, please give credit if you use it somewhere)

1. Prologue

"This is genius!" Albert said as he watched Race pour several weird spices in the cup of tea. "Crutchie's gonna freak out." Race had the evilest grin on his face. He took the cup and opened the door to the living room. The living room contained two couches, a big chair, a coffee table, and a tv. Crutchie was sitting on the smallest couch reading a book that Race assumed was Harry Potter. He had a blanket draped around his shoulders and his bad leg was stretched out in front of him. "Hey Crutchie! We made ya some tea," Albert exclaimed, startling the poor boy. "Oh, thank you. I was just thinkin' 'bout makin' myself one," Crutchie smiled as he gratefully accepted the cup.

He took a sip and Race and Albert could see a hint of disgust in his face. It was only for a brief second though before he forced a smile and drank the entire cup. Race's jaw dropped as he watched the poor boy drink the entire, basically poisoned, cup of tea. Albert was quick to close it. "Didn't… didn't the tea taste a bit weird?" he asked, still very confused about the whole situation. "Yes, it did, but I didn't want ta hurt your feelings," Crutchie answered, as if it was obvious. "You… I… Race?" but Race was uncapable of speaking. Crutchie drank a poisoned cup of tea and he and Albert were responsible. "I… uhm… thank you? Albert and I just… need to talk… outside." Race and Albert disappeared into the hallway, leaving Crutchie alone again. He shrugged and went on with reading, not seeing any sign to worry.

"We have a problem," Albert whispered as he and Race walked down the hall. "Yeah, no shit Sherlock! We poisoned one of our friends!" Race answered already getting nervous. Jack was not going to like this. Crutchie was his best friend and to be honest, his favorite. Albert and Race had seen Jack mad once before, they were not looking forward to seeing that a second time. "How much spices did ya put in there?" Albert asked.
"I don't know! A lot?" Race answered panicking. They both stopped in front of the front door. "It'll be fine… right?"
"Yeah… it's Crutchie he's always fine." Albert was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. "It'll be fine."