In Which There Are Pranks Abound.
Chapter 29:
A week passed before anything eventful happened, unless you count Neville melting yet another cauldron in Potions. It wasn't his fault, really. Somebody wrote over the directions in his textbook and he added the wrong concentration of worm's wart. Anyway, It all started at breakfast. Now, breakfast is never noisy, but when Methos walked into the Great Hall that morning, all sound stopped. He ignored it, walking up to take his seat next to Severus as if nothing was different. Slowly the Great Hall went back to normal. Sever, however, still stared at his lover.
"Adam?"
"Yes Severus?"
"Your hair-"
"Is blue. I know. Somebody replaced my shampoo with muggle hair dye. I need to get some more shampoo, and I don't think there's a spell for this."
"No, but there is a potion. I'll brew it for you after breakfast."
"Thank you, but I kinda like it. It's different. Maybe I'll keep it."
"You look like a Ravenclaw."
"Maybe I'll dye it green instead."
"Do you know who did this?" Methos nodded.
"Yes. Don't worry. I've already gotten them back."
In Hogsmead
George came running into the back room from the main store.
"FRED! FRED! It's gone! It's all gone!"
"What's all gone?"
"Everything! Come and see!" He grabbed his twin and dragged him into the shop. It was empty. The shelves were bare and the window displays were gone. The twins stood, identical looks of shock and despair on their faces.
The bell rang and a customer entered. In a flash everything was back where it belonged. The twins looked at each other and, just like last time, swore they heard that disembodied laughter.
The next day; Hogwarts
Pierson entered his classroom and silence fell once again. His hair was still blue, but not a bright. This time, however, it was his robes that caused the stir.
"They were covered in Rainbows, shimmering, glittery rainbows. The blue was the exact same shade as his hair and the green would have matched his eyes if they weren't such a stormy gray. He put his books down on his desk and held up a hand.
"Don't even ask. Just don't" He closed his eyes a moment, trying to keep a headache at bay. "Let's begin our lesson-" As he taught his lesson, he was formulating a plan.
Hogsmead the next day
The owl flew in and delivered the package without waiting for payment. Fred, who found the package first, looked over the box for a return address. There was none. Taking out his wand he checked the packages for curses, hexes, or jinxes, and found none. He opened the box and inside there was a glitzy purple can. George came in.
"Oi, Fred! What's that?" Fred shrugged.
"Dunno. Came in the post today."
"Well, open it up. See what it is." Shrugging. Fred twisted off the lid. With a loud pop it exploded, sending its sparkling contents everywhere. George coughed as the glitter and sparkly purple triangles floated slowly to the ground. Fred opened his eyes, which he had closed tightly in the blast. His face, clothes, hair, everything was covered in glitter. Fred looked at George. George looked at Fred.
"You realized the stakes have just been raised, don't you?"
"Lock and Load, my brother, Lock and Load."
Hogwarts; the next day
The owl post flew in just like any morning. One owl, carrying a rather small box, dropped its package in front of Methos and flew away. Methos eyed the package suspiciously. Severus looked over as he sipped his tea.
"What's that?"
"I don't know. I'm not going to open it, though. It's from the Weasley twins, I have no doubt." At that moment the box jumped once, twice, then exploded in a clowd of smoke. When the smoke cleared, next to Severus sat a giant yellow and blue canary…curding in every dead or ancient language it knew softly and dangerously. There was silence, then a muffled laugh from next to Methos. He turned to Severus who was desperately trying to hide his mirth.
"Now it's personal…And stop laughing, it's not funny."
An hour later most of the feathers were gone and Methos' beak had melted back into his mouth. He was sitting in Severus' rooms…on Severus' lap. Severus was, needless to say, very happy that his lover had returned to normal.
Severus kissed the recently transfigured, strong, soft lips, and rested his hands on now featherless hips. Strong arms, not wings, were wrapped around his neck as those wonderful lips kissed back. Methos pulled back, but Severus leaned in and started to lick and kiss the long pale neck of his lover. Methos closed his eyes, but…
"Severus?"
"Hmm?"
"Will you help me get the twins back for this?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Good. We'll talk about it later."
"Hmmmm."
TBC.
Thanks to all those who gave me the ideas for the pranks. You have all been a great help and I love you all.
Wow. I didn't realize this was this short when I wrote this. Hmm…The next chapter will be longer. It will be a bit before this story is updated again…I'm going to work on my SDHS story and my Chiaroscuro stories. I've been falling behind. Untill next time, I will forever be, Immortaljedi.
Chapter 29:
A week passed before anything eventful happened, unless you count Neville melting yet another cauldron in Potions. It wasn't his fault, really. Somebody wrote over the directions in his textbook and he added the wrong concentration of worm's wart. Anyway, It all started at breakfast. Now, breakfast is never noisy, but when Methos walked into the Great Hall that morning, all sound stopped. He ignored it, walking up to take his seat next to Severus as if nothing was different. Slowly the Great Hall went back to normal. Sever, however, still stared at his lover.
"Adam?"
"Yes Severus?"
"Your hair-"
"Is blue. I know. Somebody replaced my shampoo with muggle hair dye. I need to get some more shampoo, and I don't think there's a spell for this."
"No, but there is a potion. I'll brew it for you after breakfast."
"Thank you, but I kinda like it. It's different. Maybe I'll keep it."
"You look like a Ravenclaw."
"Maybe I'll dye it green instead."
"Do you know who did this?" Methos nodded.
"Yes. Don't worry. I've already gotten them back."
In Hogsmead
George came running into the back room from the main store.
"FRED! FRED! It's gone! It's all gone!"
"What's all gone?"
"Everything! Come and see!" He grabbed his twin and dragged him into the shop. It was empty. The shelves were bare and the window displays were gone. The twins stood, identical looks of shock and despair on their faces.
The bell rang and a customer entered. In a flash everything was back where it belonged. The twins looked at each other and, just like last time, swore they heard that disembodied laughter.
The next day; Hogwarts
Pierson entered his classroom and silence fell once again. His hair was still blue, but not a bright. This time, however, it was his robes that caused the stir.
"They were covered in Rainbows, shimmering, glittery rainbows. The blue was the exact same shade as his hair and the green would have matched his eyes if they weren't such a stormy gray. He put his books down on his desk and held up a hand.
"Don't even ask. Just don't" He closed his eyes a moment, trying to keep a headache at bay. "Let's begin our lesson-" As he taught his lesson, he was formulating a plan.
Hogsmead the next day
The owl flew in and delivered the package without waiting for payment. Fred, who found the package first, looked over the box for a return address. There was none. Taking out his wand he checked the packages for curses, hexes, or jinxes, and found none. He opened the box and inside there was a glitzy purple can. George came in.
"Oi, Fred! What's that?" Fred shrugged.
"Dunno. Came in the post today."
"Well, open it up. See what it is." Shrugging. Fred twisted off the lid. With a loud pop it exploded, sending its sparkling contents everywhere. George coughed as the glitter and sparkly purple triangles floated slowly to the ground. Fred opened his eyes, which he had closed tightly in the blast. His face, clothes, hair, everything was covered in glitter. Fred looked at George. George looked at Fred.
"You realized the stakes have just been raised, don't you?"
"Lock and Load, my brother, Lock and Load."
Hogwarts; the next day
The owl post flew in just like any morning. One owl, carrying a rather small box, dropped its package in front of Methos and flew away. Methos eyed the package suspiciously. Severus looked over as he sipped his tea.
"What's that?"
"I don't know. I'm not going to open it, though. It's from the Weasley twins, I have no doubt." At that moment the box jumped once, twice, then exploded in a clowd of smoke. When the smoke cleared, next to Severus sat a giant yellow and blue canary…curding in every dead or ancient language it knew softly and dangerously. There was silence, then a muffled laugh from next to Methos. He turned to Severus who was desperately trying to hide his mirth.
"Now it's personal…And stop laughing, it's not funny."
An hour later most of the feathers were gone and Methos' beak had melted back into his mouth. He was sitting in Severus' rooms…on Severus' lap. Severus was, needless to say, very happy that his lover had returned to normal.
Severus kissed the recently transfigured, strong, soft lips, and rested his hands on now featherless hips. Strong arms, not wings, were wrapped around his neck as those wonderful lips kissed back. Methos pulled back, but Severus leaned in and started to lick and kiss the long pale neck of his lover. Methos closed his eyes, but…
"Severus?"
"Hmm?"
"Will you help me get the twins back for this?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Good. We'll talk about it later."
"Hmmmm."
TBC.
Thanks to all those who gave me the ideas for the pranks. You have all been a great help and I love you all.
Wow. I didn't realize this was this short when I wrote this. Hmm…The next chapter will be longer. It will be a bit before this story is updated again…I'm going to work on my SDHS story and my Chiaroscuro stories. I've been falling behind. Untill next time, I will forever be, Immortaljedi.