Chapter 1- Crack Addicts
He sat at the bar, nursing a Butterbeer (touched with rum, just the way he likes it), while at the same time keeping an eye on the group of students in the corner booth. Readjusting the pack of cigarettes on the counter and then his sunglasses [1], he found them passing small plastic bags, containing what he knew was cocaine. He smirked and watched as they carefully funneled the fine powder into their class pins [2], not wasting so much as half of a half of a pinch. He doubted any of their professors knew, but boy would they be surprised.
"She has her tea at exactly 5 minutes to nine, and leaves the library ad 5 minutes after ten." one of the older boys said, drawing what would've been a map, if the napkin hadn't been wet and made the ink bleed.
"We can't get the potion into her tea, it would knock her out too soon." protested another.
"Time release it, dork." scoffed a third.
"She's just a bloody cat! Hit the damn thing over the head with a book, for God's sake, and you'll be fine!" a fourth laughed.
"Yeah! There we go!"
He picked up his cigarettes, paid for his drink and left quietly. He found a tall dark, greasy-haired man sitting at one of the outside tables and with a smirk, sat down behind him. He took off his sunglasses and tapped the man's shoulder with them.
"Put them on and see what your House does with their pins and potions expertise." he said, triggering a playback of what he'd seen.
… … …
"Thank you." the main said, handing them back in the same manner they'd been given to him.
"Any time."
He stood and left, walking into a brightly colored shop where Zonko's used to be, and smiled.
"No! Don't-" a voice shouted.
*BADA BOOM*
The bang shook the shop and he heard a faint 'there goes another one' coming from the back. The kid that had opened the small box left screaming, ash covered face and robes making him chuckle as he walked into the back room.
"How many times to I have to tell you Fred, PUT UP A SIGN!!"
"I did George, but do you think they're gonna listen. You say 'no' they think it's 'yes'! The bloody warning only intrigues them damn it!"
"A the brother's quarrel. God how I missed that." he laughed, causing both tall red-headed twins to look at him.
"Snapshot!" the one (was it Fred, or was it George? Still hard to tell) shouted, hugging the man tightly.
"Long time no see, Creevy." said the other, looking up from the small smoking box he was working on.
"Neville-in-a-box still giving
you trouble I see."
"Always." both twins laughed.
"Good, you need something to keep you on your toes. Anyway, I'm here to pick up the order your sister placed."
"Ah, yes, the fair Virginia Weasley, how we've almost forgotten her." George joked, pulling a large briefcase from under the work bench.
"Let's see.. Filibusters, Ton-Tongue Toffee, Gigglesnaps, and all the usual information and alike. Stull amazes me that Snape's been working for you guys."
"Amazing still that he's denied our offers to pay him. Hard to believe that Severus Snape has morals and a code of ethics. Something about doing his civic duty to the Wizarding World."
"Who is he," laughed Fred.
"And what has he done with Snape?!" added George.
They talked a bit more before Collin had to leave to catch his train, and they made a day to get together in London. He smiled down at the briefcase and the thought of the box inside it.
"Those two will never change." he laughed, Ron's inevitable reaction springing to mind as he showed the man at the Hogsmeade Station his identification and ticket. "And that's a good thing."
~TBC~
Yes, short, I know, but I'm trying to establish characters that may play a decent sized roll. And don't worry, the crack addict Slytherings will be important later. As always, my Muse and I are hungry, to hit the review button and feed us!
Muse: why don't you just eat the plot bunnies? They'd taste good hot off the BBQ.
Uh… no, they'd probably try to eat me on the way down, and I don't wanna die like that. I'll stick to the reviews, I need more ruffage anyway.
Muse: Whatever. ::pokes a rabid bunny with a fork, deep fries it and then bites off its head:: Mmm mmm good!
I don't know you…
[1] The pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes and sunglasses from "True Lies".
[2] If you've seen "Cruel Intentions" think of Catherine's cross. If anyone wants to draw a Slytherin pin, feel free, I have really no idea what it would look like.
Muse: (through a mouthful of plot bunny fries) Then why use the damn things if you don't know what they look like?
I couldn't think of any place else they could hide their crack and not get caught! It's just a story Muse, the readers can decide for themselves if it's possible or not, so shut up.
Muse: Wanna fry? ::holds greasy, crispy bunny on a stick to author, who shakes her head and turns back to the computer::