Chapter 3: A Short Interlude
A week after what was termed as 'The Fashion Show', Severus Snape was in the Slytherin common room, ranting.
"Damn that James Potter and his gang of mudbloods! Always going out of their way to plague me!"
"Well, you do take every chance you have to be mean to them." replied Goyle in his deep, slow voice that reminded you of the dim-witted evil sidekick in cartoons. Not that he ever watched cartoons, Severus reminded himself quickly.
He sneered. "Why would I not? Them being the way they are. Those stupid muggle-lovers!" he shrugged. "Come, Goyle, we have an interesting revenge to plan..."
And so they planned.
And in a dark corner of the room, someone grinned. He had heard every word.
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"This is boring." Sirius Black said morosely, staring at the dying fire in the Gryffindor common room.
"We know, Sirius!" James said, exasperated. "You've been saying that the whole afternoon! What's the count now, Remus?"
"Including that last one, plus the thirteen during dinner is… er… a total of seventy-three." Remus answered, after consulting his imaginary notebook.
"Only seventy-nine? I must be losing my touch!" Sirius replied, grinning. "Boring, boring, boring, boring, bo—"
"SHUT UP SIRIUS!" Remus and James shouted simultaneously, cutting Sirius off. Sirius puted.