By Alarun
Part Two, In Which Our Main Characters And Their Houses Throw Temper Tantrums And The Headmaster Gets A Headache.
"Oh, bloody freaking hell!"
"Shut up."
"You shut up!"
"I said it first!"
"Headmaster!"
"Actually, Mr. Black, he did say it first…Turn left here." The three were walking (or hopping, in the case of Sirius Black, because one of his legs was glued quite securely to the side of Severus Snape) gracelessly down the elaborately decorated hallways of Hogwarts.
"It's all your fault, you know. If you didn't come barreling into the potions lab throwing curses --!"
"My fault!? Who dyed who's hair green and silver, here!?"
"I don't know, who?"
Seeing as it was close to dinner, Headmaster Dumbledore thought it would behoove them to retrieve Madam Pomfrey at the Great Hall before proceeding to the Hospital Wing.
"You did it, and don't even try to play innocent! Headmaster!"
"I think the fumes from this adhesive potion are giving me a headache…" Dumbledore would have rubbed the bridge of his nose, if he could.
"See, Snape! You're killing the Headmaster! Professor McGonagall's going to kill you!"
"Oh, stupif---!"
"Mr. Snape, I hope you weren't about to curse a student!"
"No, sir." Evil death glare patent number 10045 directed itself in the direction of the green haired Gryffindor.
As they approached the rather large doorway into the Great Hall, all noise and motion within the room seemed to cease. Eyes directed themselves in the direction of the irritated three. Even Headmaster Dumbledore himself didn't contain nearly as much irritating eye-twinkling as was usual, though he still smiled warmly at the assembled students.
"What the bloody---!"
"I told you so, Sirius!"
"What did you do to him, Snake?!"
At the last comment, shouted by the ever-eloquent James Potter, "Snape the Snake" snarled in the direction of the Gryffindor table. At least the Slytherins were on his side, as his own table began rallying their food together in a big pile.
"What an idiot, Sirius the Delirious! Ha, ha!"
"He got himself stuck to our Pranks Master! He's in for it, now!"
"Don't worry, Sev, we'll get the rest for you!"
"Prepare for pain, Gryffs!"
And with that last threat from the Slytherin table, a mass of food was launched toward the Gryffindors with such surprising height and speed that it could only have been controlled by the Wingardium Leviosa charm.