They were discussing all wonderful destruction, Peeves' cousin Perry had caused during the past weeks. Since they were sitting they were obviously in the Great Hall.
(Pyro: Why did we even bother adding that detail?
Spyro: Because you wanted to.
Pyro: Me?
Spyro: No, it was me.
Pyro: Just get back to the story before someone will be forced to hurt you.)
Renee and Sharon sat as far away from the horrendous stench of Pansy Parkinson. They didn't like her very much. But anyway they were talking about all the damage Perry had done and how they were going to take advantage of it. All of a sudden Professor Dumbledore appeared at the teacher's table.
"Settle down, settle down, I have an announcement to make. The poltergeist named Perry has been banished from the grounds."
The Hall erupted into cheers and laughter. Although most of it from the Slythrin was a bit more subdued.
Sharon turned to Renee and asked, "Why aren't you cheering?"
Whining she said, "I was going to play a prank on the Famous Harry Potter, and blame it on Perry."
"Oh, that kinda sucks. But look on the bright side there's always Peeves and we could blame it on Draco, his nose has been stuck in the air lately."
At this she perked up, and a whole new idea formed in her head. But Dumbledore wasn't done with his announcement.
"In celebration of this event, there will be a Halloween Costume Ball. Now please enjoy your meals."
"Cool, costumes. Wait what would I be?" Sharon asked to no one in particular.
"Oh, I know how about a pretty little princess?" Renee asked.
"Yeah I'm a princess just about as much you are an angel."
This got Pansy's attention. She got up from her seat sat next to Renee and Sharon. Renee winced and Sharon gagged, at her.
"What do you want Pansy?" Sharon asked.
"Girls I know we haven't gotten along in the past...." She started.
In response they glared at her.
"But I thought that this little ball would be good for fun and games and friendly competition."
"Cut to the chase Parkinson," Sharon said.
"How about a good old fashioned little bet," she said grinning.
"I don't kn-" Renee began to say, but was cut off by her dear friend Sharon.
"What do you have in mind?" She asked, seeing as she never could turn down a bet.
Pansy just grinned, knowing that she was right; Sharon couldn't turn down a bet. She reached into her bag and pulled a small vial out.
"See this?" Sharon and Renee nodded. "I made this during History of Magic, during one of the boring ghost's lectures."
"What is it?" Renee asked.
"Follow me," she said. With that she got up the other two Slytherins following her. She walked by the HufflePuff table, and poured a little bit of her concoction onto a third year's plate. While they weren't looking of course.
The Hufflepuff took a bite of her food, and a few seconds later her face was turning red. She got up from the table and ran out of the hallway, steam coming from her mouth.
Everybody at the Slytherin table roared with laughter, as did the three Slytherin girls standing conspicuously close to the Hufflepuff table.
"Okay, so what does this have to with anything?" Renee asked.
"You see it didn't take long when it worked on some measly Hufflepuff third year, but how long so you think it would take one of us to run out of the Hall screaming?"
"Wait do you mean one of us, us?" Sharon asked.
"No, I would never subject you guys to something powerful," she said.
"Or yourself," Renee muttered under her breath.
"So why don't we use it on one of our own houses tough guys."
Sharon raised an eyebrow, and Renee smacked her head. This could only end badly, but her friend was too intrigued by the interesting bet.
"So who's do we put it in? Crabbe or Goyle?" Pansy asked.
"Aw, by tough guys I thought that you meant Draco," Sharon said, "Boy I would have loved to see him run out of the Hall screaming."
Pansy just glared at them, and the other two girls snickered; everyone knew of her crush on Draco.
Renee's attempt to be a peacemaker she shouted out, "GOYLE!"
People were giving her dirty looks, so she said, "Sorry, but I was telling them the proper way to make the potion is to BOIL it."
(Spyro: Should it be "a potion" instead of "the potion"?
Pyro: No, because we're talking of a specific potion, because now it sounds like there was an actual conversation.
Spyro: Okay that makes sense.)
Renee sits down, and Sharon has them huddle together.
"Okay, so who's gonna drop the potion in Crabbe's plate?" Sharon asked.
"Crabbe? But she said Goyle," Pansy said.
"Oh yes, that's such a great idea after Renee just shouted his name. How many people in the Hall wouldn't look at us after he left?"
"Okay, you're right. Crabbed it is. I think Sharon should do it," Renee said.
"I understand how much fun it would be to see Crabbed run out of here, but where does the bet come into play?" Sharon asked.
"As I was saying it didn't take the measly Hufflepuff third year long to realize the true effects of this potion. But for somebody like Crabbe, who is more shall we say more thick skulled it should take longer, to take effect."
"So what type of time frame are we looking at?" Sharon inquired.
"Not time, bites," Pansy said.
"Excellent. Wait what type of stakes are we talking about here?"
Now we will take a brief break from this conversation and take a special trip into Renee's mind at a rare and unusual time. That's right folks; we're going to listen to Renee actually thinking.
Oh great, here Sharon is dragging me into this bet that is only gonna end badly. Trust me I know. I'm probably going to end up at the costume ball wearing rags..... or something equally scary. Well nothing is as scary as being an angel.... Or a princess. I didn't even want to be in this, I find it not fair.... although it I've got us into some interesting situations before.
That's right, now it's my turn!
Sharon? What are you doing in my head?
Me in your head well it might be because I'm getting into your mind or you might just be crazy.
Well as long as I have a choice...
Back to reality.
"Well since money is only money," Pansy started.
"Wow, how articulate you are," Sharon muttered.
"I figure we can come up with more interesting stakes."
"Okay, for the stakes here are the rules: no kissing, no hugging, no getting anywhere near a person."
"Sure take all the good things out of it. But other forms of humiliation are all right, right?"
"Of course, since money isn't involved, what other good things would there be?" Sharon said.
Pansy pretends to think for a moment, then said, "Why don't we make the stakes be, what we're going to wear to the costume ball."
"Okay, interesting. What do you have in mind?"
"If you guys lose, you have to be a pretty little princess, and Renee has to be an angel. A good angel."
"Aw, so you mean Renee can't be an evil angel, and I can't be a horrible evil princess?"
"Nope, you have to be the wonderful and beautiful kind."
"I can't believe you have to lose a bet to dress up as something beautiful," Renee muttered.
Absently Sharon smacked her upside the head, thinking intently.
"Okay, so what would you be if you lost this bet?" Sharon said.
"The most horrible thing in the universe," Pansy said.
"And what might that be?" Renee finally spoke up.
She whispered to the girls the idea, and they both shuddered.
(Pyro: That's it, we aren't going to tell you what she said.
Spyro: But use your imagination. I'm sure you could think of a few that were horrible to a Slytherin.)
"Okay, that's perfect. Now how many drops do I put in?" Sharon said.
(Pyro: Why did we even bother adding that detail?
Spyro: Because you wanted to.
Pyro: Me?
Spyro: No, it was me.
Pyro: Just get back to the story before someone will be forced to hurt you.)
Renee and Sharon sat as far away from the horrendous stench of Pansy Parkinson. They didn't like her very much. But anyway they were talking about all the damage Perry had done and how they were going to take advantage of it. All of a sudden Professor Dumbledore appeared at the teacher's table.
"Settle down, settle down, I have an announcement to make. The poltergeist named Perry has been banished from the grounds."
The Hall erupted into cheers and laughter. Although most of it from the Slythrin was a bit more subdued.
Sharon turned to Renee and asked, "Why aren't you cheering?"
Whining she said, "I was going to play a prank on the Famous Harry Potter, and blame it on Perry."
"Oh, that kinda sucks. But look on the bright side there's always Peeves and we could blame it on Draco, his nose has been stuck in the air lately."
At this she perked up, and a whole new idea formed in her head. But Dumbledore wasn't done with his announcement.
"In celebration of this event, there will be a Halloween Costume Ball. Now please enjoy your meals."
"Cool, costumes. Wait what would I be?" Sharon asked to no one in particular.
"Oh, I know how about a pretty little princess?" Renee asked.
"Yeah I'm a princess just about as much you are an angel."
This got Pansy's attention. She got up from her seat sat next to Renee and Sharon. Renee winced and Sharon gagged, at her.
"What do you want Pansy?" Sharon asked.
"Girls I know we haven't gotten along in the past...." She started.
In response they glared at her.
"But I thought that this little ball would be good for fun and games and friendly competition."
"Cut to the chase Parkinson," Sharon said.
"How about a good old fashioned little bet," she said grinning.
"I don't kn-" Renee began to say, but was cut off by her dear friend Sharon.
"What do you have in mind?" She asked, seeing as she never could turn down a bet.
Pansy just grinned, knowing that she was right; Sharon couldn't turn down a bet. She reached into her bag and pulled a small vial out.
"See this?" Sharon and Renee nodded. "I made this during History of Magic, during one of the boring ghost's lectures."
"What is it?" Renee asked.
"Follow me," she said. With that she got up the other two Slytherins following her. She walked by the HufflePuff table, and poured a little bit of her concoction onto a third year's plate. While they weren't looking of course.
The Hufflepuff took a bite of her food, and a few seconds later her face was turning red. She got up from the table and ran out of the hallway, steam coming from her mouth.
Everybody at the Slytherin table roared with laughter, as did the three Slytherin girls standing conspicuously close to the Hufflepuff table.
"Okay, so what does this have to with anything?" Renee asked.
"You see it didn't take long when it worked on some measly Hufflepuff third year, but how long so you think it would take one of us to run out of the Hall screaming?"
"Wait do you mean one of us, us?" Sharon asked.
"No, I would never subject you guys to something powerful," she said.
"Or yourself," Renee muttered under her breath.
"So why don't we use it on one of our own houses tough guys."
Sharon raised an eyebrow, and Renee smacked her head. This could only end badly, but her friend was too intrigued by the interesting bet.
"So who's do we put it in? Crabbe or Goyle?" Pansy asked.
"Aw, by tough guys I thought that you meant Draco," Sharon said, "Boy I would have loved to see him run out of the Hall screaming."
Pansy just glared at them, and the other two girls snickered; everyone knew of her crush on Draco.
Renee's attempt to be a peacemaker she shouted out, "GOYLE!"
People were giving her dirty looks, so she said, "Sorry, but I was telling them the proper way to make the potion is to BOIL it."
(Spyro: Should it be "a potion" instead of "the potion"?
Pyro: No, because we're talking of a specific potion, because now it sounds like there was an actual conversation.
Spyro: Okay that makes sense.)
Renee sits down, and Sharon has them huddle together.
"Okay, so who's gonna drop the potion in Crabbe's plate?" Sharon asked.
"Crabbe? But she said Goyle," Pansy said.
"Oh yes, that's such a great idea after Renee just shouted his name. How many people in the Hall wouldn't look at us after he left?"
"Okay, you're right. Crabbed it is. I think Sharon should do it," Renee said.
"I understand how much fun it would be to see Crabbed run out of here, but where does the bet come into play?" Sharon asked.
"As I was saying it didn't take the measly Hufflepuff third year long to realize the true effects of this potion. But for somebody like Crabbe, who is more shall we say more thick skulled it should take longer, to take effect."
"So what type of time frame are we looking at?" Sharon inquired.
"Not time, bites," Pansy said.
"Excellent. Wait what type of stakes are we talking about here?"
Now we will take a brief break from this conversation and take a special trip into Renee's mind at a rare and unusual time. That's right folks; we're going to listen to Renee actually thinking.
Oh great, here Sharon is dragging me into this bet that is only gonna end badly. Trust me I know. I'm probably going to end up at the costume ball wearing rags..... or something equally scary. Well nothing is as scary as being an angel.... Or a princess. I didn't even want to be in this, I find it not fair.... although it I've got us into some interesting situations before.
That's right, now it's my turn!
Sharon? What are you doing in my head?
Me in your head well it might be because I'm getting into your mind or you might just be crazy.
Well as long as I have a choice...
Back to reality.
"Well since money is only money," Pansy started.
"Wow, how articulate you are," Sharon muttered.
"I figure we can come up with more interesting stakes."
"Okay, for the stakes here are the rules: no kissing, no hugging, no getting anywhere near a person."
"Sure take all the good things out of it. But other forms of humiliation are all right, right?"
"Of course, since money isn't involved, what other good things would there be?" Sharon said.
Pansy pretends to think for a moment, then said, "Why don't we make the stakes be, what we're going to wear to the costume ball."
"Okay, interesting. What do you have in mind?"
"If you guys lose, you have to be a pretty little princess, and Renee has to be an angel. A good angel."
"Aw, so you mean Renee can't be an evil angel, and I can't be a horrible evil princess?"
"Nope, you have to be the wonderful and beautiful kind."
"I can't believe you have to lose a bet to dress up as something beautiful," Renee muttered.
Absently Sharon smacked her upside the head, thinking intently.
"Okay, so what would you be if you lost this bet?" Sharon said.
"The most horrible thing in the universe," Pansy said.
"And what might that be?" Renee finally spoke up.
She whispered to the girls the idea, and they both shuddered.
(Pyro: That's it, we aren't going to tell you what she said.
Spyro: But use your imagination. I'm sure you could think of a few that were horrible to a Slytherin.)
"Okay, that's perfect. Now how many drops do I put in?" Sharon said.