Chapter 7!
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Two days.
Two days of waiting for potions supplies to arrive. Two days of watching Parkinson flirt with Malfoy, to no avail. Two days of watching Ravyn De Borgia sulk.
Two days of watching his partner-in-crime go about preparing for the public exposure and humiliation of her friend's rival.
Fallon had indeed been quite busy.
A few weeks ago, on an uncharacteristically benevolent urge, Fallon had stopped Crabbe and Goyle perforce from beating up Neville Longbottom.
There was a special, unspoken but very adhered-to system when it came to Slytherin and Gryffindor transactions and debts. The two houses rarely, if ever, helped each other out in any way, shape or form. But when a member of one DID in fact help out a member of the other, it was imperative that the "debt" was repaid as soon as possible, in full.
There was no such thing as doing favors, except in very rare circumstances, and the return of a favor was not a matter of gratitude, but a matter of honor. A competition, almost.
And so, the day after she and Cassius Warrington had gathered most of the supplies for making the truth potion, Fallon approached Harry Potter after the latter had finished his breakfast, to claim her favor.
Potter had been somewhat easier to deal with this year than the previous ones. Having given up on Cho Chang once he'd realized that her heart belonged to someone else, he had set his sights elsewhere... and in fact the girl who had captured his attention had been none other than Xanne Malloy of Fallon's own house.
The two were, of course, not together. It would still be a while before Potter would understand that having a green and silver tie did not automatically equate to a personality of a rabid acromantula. Xanne, though certainly possessed of the notable Slytherin cunning and equally notable Slytherin smirk, would not be a bad girlfriend. Fallon was sure that it would only be a matter of time.
But right now, she put thoughts of Potter/Malloy relationships out of her mind, as she followed him out of the Great Hall. "Potter!"
The 5th-year Gryffindor turned around at the sound of his name being called, and his eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion when he saw that it was the infamous Slytherin bitch-queen, who even drove members of her own house to terror at times, who addressed him. "What do you want?"
Fallon walked towards the younger boy, "I need a favor. Simple, really... and no, it won't be something that will have negative repercussions on any members of your house."
Potter still looked suspicious, and Fallon sighed exasperatedly. "I'm not going to do anything that can POSSIBLY have bad effects on anyone who you don't hate. I just need to borrow your Invisibility cloak."
"What are you going to do with it?" Potter asked warily.
"None of your business," Fallon scowled, "Will you, or won't you, Potter?"
Harry Potter looked rather torn, and Fallon was about to storm off, when at that moment, luckily for her, Xanne Malloy came out of the Great Hall, and joined Fallon in the corridor.
Potter blushed slightly as Xanne gave him a smile, "Hullo."
"Hello Harry," Xanne said politely, before turning to Fallon with a sigh, "You need to go back in there. Malfoy's not doing anything to control his goons, being the sulky git that he is, and the two're bothering Persephone. They're actually afraid of you... like the rest of the school, perhaps. But there you have it. After that time you nearly dislocated Goyle's jaw when he was picking on that kid with the toad... well, go and do something!"
Fallon rolled her eyes, and walked briskly back into the Great Hall. Xanne waved at Potter, and followed her friend back in.
The matter of the invisibility cloak was forgotten until later that day, Fallon found the item folded up neatly in a package, delivered by a snowy owl.
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That evening, under the cover of the cloak, Fallon followed Pansy and Millicent to the washroom, where the two would be prone to spending hours on end trying (and failing) to make themselves look more attractive.
This was the time to unearth dirty secrets.
Casting a temporary muting charm on her throat, Fallon stood by the door of the washroom, and, for the next hour or so, laughed so hard that her sides ached.
Finally, after about fifty minutes of gossiping, Pansy and Millicent left the washroom. Fallon, after finally managing to catch her breath about ten minutes later, composed herself, and walked back to the Common Room after stowing the cloak safely in a drawer in her room. Face twitching, she walked over to where Warrington was sitting at a table, working on a Charms essay. He looked up when she approached, and noticed her strange expression.
"You look like you've just found out that McGonagall has a tattoo of a winged pig on her back."
Fallon sniggered, "Not quite... but let's just say that if I were paid to keep all the information that I've found out hush-hush, I'd have enough money to purchase a country estate complete with a Quidditch pitch."
"Another one?"
"Yes... or maybe even two," Fallon gave what could only be described as a maniacal cackle. "When the time comes, do us all a favor and cast a Sonorus Charm so that the entire school will be able to hear."
Warrington laughed and shook his head slightly, "Even the Gryffindors?"
"ESPECIALLY the Gryffindors," Fallon smirked.
"You're evil."
"Why, thank you," Fallon said graciously, "You're so kind."
"Hey! I resent that!"
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More soon!
[insert disclaimer here/]
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Two days.
Two days of waiting for potions supplies to arrive. Two days of watching Parkinson flirt with Malfoy, to no avail. Two days of watching Ravyn De Borgia sulk.
Two days of watching his partner-in-crime go about preparing for the public exposure and humiliation of her friend's rival.
Fallon had indeed been quite busy.
A few weeks ago, on an uncharacteristically benevolent urge, Fallon had stopped Crabbe and Goyle perforce from beating up Neville Longbottom.
There was a special, unspoken but very adhered-to system when it came to Slytherin and Gryffindor transactions and debts. The two houses rarely, if ever, helped each other out in any way, shape or form. But when a member of one DID in fact help out a member of the other, it was imperative that the "debt" was repaid as soon as possible, in full.
There was no such thing as doing favors, except in very rare circumstances, and the return of a favor was not a matter of gratitude, but a matter of honor. A competition, almost.
And so, the day after she and Cassius Warrington had gathered most of the supplies for making the truth potion, Fallon approached Harry Potter after the latter had finished his breakfast, to claim her favor.
Potter had been somewhat easier to deal with this year than the previous ones. Having given up on Cho Chang once he'd realized that her heart belonged to someone else, he had set his sights elsewhere... and in fact the girl who had captured his attention had been none other than Xanne Malloy of Fallon's own house.
The two were, of course, not together. It would still be a while before Potter would understand that having a green and silver tie did not automatically equate to a personality of a rabid acromantula. Xanne, though certainly possessed of the notable Slytherin cunning and equally notable Slytherin smirk, would not be a bad girlfriend. Fallon was sure that it would only be a matter of time.
But right now, she put thoughts of Potter/Malloy relationships out of her mind, as she followed him out of the Great Hall. "Potter!"
The 5th-year Gryffindor turned around at the sound of his name being called, and his eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion when he saw that it was the infamous Slytherin bitch-queen, who even drove members of her own house to terror at times, who addressed him. "What do you want?"
Fallon walked towards the younger boy, "I need a favor. Simple, really... and no, it won't be something that will have negative repercussions on any members of your house."
Potter still looked suspicious, and Fallon sighed exasperatedly. "I'm not going to do anything that can POSSIBLY have bad effects on anyone who you don't hate. I just need to borrow your Invisibility cloak."
"What are you going to do with it?" Potter asked warily.
"None of your business," Fallon scowled, "Will you, or won't you, Potter?"
Harry Potter looked rather torn, and Fallon was about to storm off, when at that moment, luckily for her, Xanne Malloy came out of the Great Hall, and joined Fallon in the corridor.
Potter blushed slightly as Xanne gave him a smile, "Hullo."
"Hello Harry," Xanne said politely, before turning to Fallon with a sigh, "You need to go back in there. Malfoy's not doing anything to control his goons, being the sulky git that he is, and the two're bothering Persephone. They're actually afraid of you... like the rest of the school, perhaps. But there you have it. After that time you nearly dislocated Goyle's jaw when he was picking on that kid with the toad... well, go and do something!"
Fallon rolled her eyes, and walked briskly back into the Great Hall. Xanne waved at Potter, and followed her friend back in.
The matter of the invisibility cloak was forgotten until later that day, Fallon found the item folded up neatly in a package, delivered by a snowy owl.
* * *
That evening, under the cover of the cloak, Fallon followed Pansy and Millicent to the washroom, where the two would be prone to spending hours on end trying (and failing) to make themselves look more attractive.
This was the time to unearth dirty secrets.
Casting a temporary muting charm on her throat, Fallon stood by the door of the washroom, and, for the next hour or so, laughed so hard that her sides ached.
Finally, after about fifty minutes of gossiping, Pansy and Millicent left the washroom. Fallon, after finally managing to catch her breath about ten minutes later, composed herself, and walked back to the Common Room after stowing the cloak safely in a drawer in her room. Face twitching, she walked over to where Warrington was sitting at a table, working on a Charms essay. He looked up when she approached, and noticed her strange expression.
"You look like you've just found out that McGonagall has a tattoo of a winged pig on her back."
Fallon sniggered, "Not quite... but let's just say that if I were paid to keep all the information that I've found out hush-hush, I'd have enough money to purchase a country estate complete with a Quidditch pitch."
"Another one?"
"Yes... or maybe even two," Fallon gave what could only be described as a maniacal cackle. "When the time comes, do us all a favor and cast a Sonorus Charm so that the entire school will be able to hear."
Warrington laughed and shook his head slightly, "Even the Gryffindors?"
"ESPECIALLY the Gryffindors," Fallon smirked.
"You're evil."
"Why, thank you," Fallon said graciously, "You're so kind."
"Hey! I resent that!"
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More soon!