Chapter 9!
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The next day, Fallon went to breakfast in the Great Hall with a huge smile on her face. This was it. It was time!
A moment later, Cassius Warrington, rubbing his eyes blearily, walked over to their table and plunked down next to her. Fallon looked at him strangely, "You look tired."
"Didn't sleep much," he muttered, yawning and reaching for the coffee pot. Sleepy or not, he was not as witless as to tell her that his sleeplessness had been due to thinking about the little potion-making escapade last night. Silently, he sipped a cup of coffee, and as the caffeine started to take effect, he turned back to look at her, his eyes more alert.
"All right, so I shall distract Parkinson, and you should pour the potion into her drink," Fallon whispered, pushing a small vial into his hands. He looked at it quizzically.
"Say, there was a whole cauldron-full..."
"Yes, but after it cools, it separates into layers, the top being the distilled truth serum. This is the most potent part of it... and it's all we need," Fallon hissed back at him. He nodded, and the both of them ate their breakfasts in a hurry, before most of the other had arrived.
Draco and Ravyn came into the Great Hall, looking at anything but each other, though both of them wore looks of sulky discontentment. Pansy, her hair freshly curled and so slathered with hair gel that it practically oozed flameability, flounced over, and sat down next to Draco. The boy wrinkled his nose and ordered Crabbe to sit in between him and Pansy, then moved his seat so that he was sitting next to Alexander Montague instead. The seat just happened to be across from Ravyn's, though that girl deliberately paid no heed.
Fallon glanced at Cassius Warrington, and gave a discreet nod, then casually turned to Calypso, who was sitting next to her, and asked the fun-loving girl for the deck of Exploding Snap cards that she always carried. Calypso looked at her friend somewhat strangely, but handed the cards over, and Fallon started to shuffle them roughly.
The cards sparked, and there was a bang, a spark landing in Pansy's heavily gelled coiffure. The blonde girl gave a squeal as one stiff curl started smoking, and Crabbe helpfully doused her with his pumpkin juice, effectively putting out the flame, but soaking the girl's hair and face. Pansy shrieked in outrage, and slapped him. At the Head Table, McGonagall gave them a piercing, rebuking look, and Pansy glowered before sitting back down, and taking a sip from her glass of milk.
Fallon glanced at Cassius Warrington, who nodded back at her. She smiled, and glanced at her watch. Good... it should take no more than thirty seconds for the potion to take full effect.
A moment later, Fallon stood up, as did Warrington. The latter held out his wand, saying "Sonorus!" as the latter walked over to where Pansy sat, her face blank and dazed-looking.
"Good day, Pansy," Fallon's smooth voice could be heard by the entire hallful of students and teachers, "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes. You're Fallon Anderson, and you're a bitch. I HATE you," Pansy's voice was toneless. Fallon smirked, as the entire hall quieted, all eyes riveted upon the exchange.
"Why, thank you, I appreciate the kind sentiments. Now... is it, or is it not true, that you shagged Goyle once in an effort to ingratiate yourself into Draco Malfoy's good books, but then abandoned that scheme when you realized that Goyle had less brains than you have tits?"
"Yes, it is true. But I DO have tits. They're just fake."
Laughter burst out amongst the students, and Fallon let them chuckle for a moment before clearing her throat and continuing her interrogation, "Oh, so does that mean that if I kick you there while wearing high heels, I would possibly rupture some sort of Muggle saltwater balloon thing?"
"Yes."
"Excellent, I will keep that in mind. Now, Pansy... tell me what happened several days ago, when you were caught snogging Draco Malfoy by Ravyn De Borgia?"
"She called me a cheap floozy and Draco and her had a row."
"Did Draco snog you back when you snogged him?"
"No. He didn't snog me back. He was trying to push me off when Ravyn walked in. But I'm heavy, so it was hard for him to do."
"I see," Fallon said lazily, a predatory smile on her face, "And how many times have you propositioned Draco before?"
"Counting that time, 241."
"Did you ever succeed?"
"No. He called me a phony, air-headed pug-face."
"I see." Fallon was just about to launch into another question when a slight movement towards her right caused her to turn. And then, she watched in silent amusement and surprise as Ravyn leapt up from her seat and flung herself into Draco's arms, and, very much in public, the two made up.
This seemed to bring the spellbound rest of the school out of their silent shock, and McGonagall, glasses flashing furiously, took twenty points from Slytherin House for unruly horseplay in the Great Hall. Fallon simply sneered at the Transfiguration teacher and shrugged.
The mission was completed, and a smashing success. She glanced over the drenched head of the still-dazed Pansy Parkinson at Cassius Warrington, and gave him a brilliant, genuine smile. She was just about to walk over when Ravyn, her pretty face now ecstatic as opposed to the scowl she'd worn for the past few days, ran over and gave her a hug. Fallon hugged her back, and then turned to Xanne, drawing something light and silvery out of her pocket.
"Xanne, do me a favor and give this back to Potter. With my... thanks."
The younger girl, smiling saucily, gracefully made her way to the Gryffindor table, and impertinently sat down right across from Harry Potter, sitting down between the two Weasley twins. "Fallon appreciates the loan," she purred. Potter nodded, his mouth twitching, then, giving another look at the Slytherin table, where Fallon had sit down, smirking hugely, next to Slytherin Chaser Warrington, he started to applaud.
And the Slytherin trouble-makers found themselves getting a standing ovation.
All in all, it had been a hilariously entertaining breakfast.
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Okay! One more chapter, and that's it!
Disclaimer: |-|4RR'/ P0773R 15|\|'7 |\/|||\|3. VV4RR1|\|670|\| 15 |\/|'/ |317(|-|. 1 VV15|-|. BWAHAHAHA.
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The next day, Fallon went to breakfast in the Great Hall with a huge smile on her face. This was it. It was time!
A moment later, Cassius Warrington, rubbing his eyes blearily, walked over to their table and plunked down next to her. Fallon looked at him strangely, "You look tired."
"Didn't sleep much," he muttered, yawning and reaching for the coffee pot. Sleepy or not, he was not as witless as to tell her that his sleeplessness had been due to thinking about the little potion-making escapade last night. Silently, he sipped a cup of coffee, and as the caffeine started to take effect, he turned back to look at her, his eyes more alert.
"All right, so I shall distract Parkinson, and you should pour the potion into her drink," Fallon whispered, pushing a small vial into his hands. He looked at it quizzically.
"Say, there was a whole cauldron-full..."
"Yes, but after it cools, it separates into layers, the top being the distilled truth serum. This is the most potent part of it... and it's all we need," Fallon hissed back at him. He nodded, and the both of them ate their breakfasts in a hurry, before most of the other had arrived.
Draco and Ravyn came into the Great Hall, looking at anything but each other, though both of them wore looks of sulky discontentment. Pansy, her hair freshly curled and so slathered with hair gel that it practically oozed flameability, flounced over, and sat down next to Draco. The boy wrinkled his nose and ordered Crabbe to sit in between him and Pansy, then moved his seat so that he was sitting next to Alexander Montague instead. The seat just happened to be across from Ravyn's, though that girl deliberately paid no heed.
Fallon glanced at Cassius Warrington, and gave a discreet nod, then casually turned to Calypso, who was sitting next to her, and asked the fun-loving girl for the deck of Exploding Snap cards that she always carried. Calypso looked at her friend somewhat strangely, but handed the cards over, and Fallon started to shuffle them roughly.
The cards sparked, and there was a bang, a spark landing in Pansy's heavily gelled coiffure. The blonde girl gave a squeal as one stiff curl started smoking, and Crabbe helpfully doused her with his pumpkin juice, effectively putting out the flame, but soaking the girl's hair and face. Pansy shrieked in outrage, and slapped him. At the Head Table, McGonagall gave them a piercing, rebuking look, and Pansy glowered before sitting back down, and taking a sip from her glass of milk.
Fallon glanced at Cassius Warrington, who nodded back at her. She smiled, and glanced at her watch. Good... it should take no more than thirty seconds for the potion to take full effect.
A moment later, Fallon stood up, as did Warrington. The latter held out his wand, saying "Sonorus!" as the latter walked over to where Pansy sat, her face blank and dazed-looking.
"Good day, Pansy," Fallon's smooth voice could be heard by the entire hallful of students and teachers, "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes. You're Fallon Anderson, and you're a bitch. I HATE you," Pansy's voice was toneless. Fallon smirked, as the entire hall quieted, all eyes riveted upon the exchange.
"Why, thank you, I appreciate the kind sentiments. Now... is it, or is it not true, that you shagged Goyle once in an effort to ingratiate yourself into Draco Malfoy's good books, but then abandoned that scheme when you realized that Goyle had less brains than you have tits?"
"Yes, it is true. But I DO have tits. They're just fake."
Laughter burst out amongst the students, and Fallon let them chuckle for a moment before clearing her throat and continuing her interrogation, "Oh, so does that mean that if I kick you there while wearing high heels, I would possibly rupture some sort of Muggle saltwater balloon thing?"
"Yes."
"Excellent, I will keep that in mind. Now, Pansy... tell me what happened several days ago, when you were caught snogging Draco Malfoy by Ravyn De Borgia?"
"She called me a cheap floozy and Draco and her had a row."
"Did Draco snog you back when you snogged him?"
"No. He didn't snog me back. He was trying to push me off when Ravyn walked in. But I'm heavy, so it was hard for him to do."
"I see," Fallon said lazily, a predatory smile on her face, "And how many times have you propositioned Draco before?"
"Counting that time, 241."
"Did you ever succeed?"
"No. He called me a phony, air-headed pug-face."
"I see." Fallon was just about to launch into another question when a slight movement towards her right caused her to turn. And then, she watched in silent amusement and surprise as Ravyn leapt up from her seat and flung herself into Draco's arms, and, very much in public, the two made up.
This seemed to bring the spellbound rest of the school out of their silent shock, and McGonagall, glasses flashing furiously, took twenty points from Slytherin House for unruly horseplay in the Great Hall. Fallon simply sneered at the Transfiguration teacher and shrugged.
The mission was completed, and a smashing success. She glanced over the drenched head of the still-dazed Pansy Parkinson at Cassius Warrington, and gave him a brilliant, genuine smile. She was just about to walk over when Ravyn, her pretty face now ecstatic as opposed to the scowl she'd worn for the past few days, ran over and gave her a hug. Fallon hugged her back, and then turned to Xanne, drawing something light and silvery out of her pocket.
"Xanne, do me a favor and give this back to Potter. With my... thanks."
The younger girl, smiling saucily, gracefully made her way to the Gryffindor table, and impertinently sat down right across from Harry Potter, sitting down between the two Weasley twins. "Fallon appreciates the loan," she purred. Potter nodded, his mouth twitching, then, giving another look at the Slytherin table, where Fallon had sit down, smirking hugely, next to Slytherin Chaser Warrington, he started to applaud.
And the Slytherin trouble-makers found themselves getting a standing ovation.
All in all, it had been a hilariously entertaining breakfast.
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Okay! One more chapter, and that's it!