A/N: Another night, another game...
"I'm telling you, there's no way someone's going to be that stupid."
"Well, don't believe me then, but let's try it!"
"Sirius, I'm never going to be on a game show with you. Ever."
"Who's going to be on a game show?"
"You guys have no trust in me! I'm telling you, I saw the guy with my own eyes!"
"Where was he?"
"Well, he was being released from Azkaban right when I got there, but I swear it was him!"
"So, the only proof you have is an eyewitness account-from you-from a time when you were deemed 'mentally unstable.'?"
"Well, you say it that way, of course it sounds bad..."
"Anything sounds bad coming out of Severus' mouth."
"Watch it, Julius, or the next time you drink pumpkin juice we'll all find out if you really think of McGonagall as 'just a friend and colleague.' Come to think of it, Black could use some too-"
Sirius jumped up. "Are you sir, calling me a liar?"
"No, I'm calling you stupid, Sirius!"
They both jumped up, fists clenched. Sirius and Severus looked like they were about to come to blows when Remus cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Why were we talking about this again?"
They all looked at each other, confused.
Sirius plopped himself down in his seat. "...So. New subject: Hooch won't leave me alone, and I blame you, Remus. Just so you know."
"What? Why?"
"Your girlfriend set us up, without telling me that she'd also turned into a crone!"
"One, Hermione's not my girlfriend. And two, it was your idea, remember?"
"Three, Hooch isn't that bad looking..." Lockhart muttered, but no one paid attention to him anymore.
"You should know better than to listen to me by now!" Sirius slammed his fist on the table. "And you two should at least try going out. I think you'd be perfect for each other. All smart and bookish and all. Who cares about the age difference? So you're like, thirty years older than her. So what? Age doesn't matter unless you're a cheese."
"Or a wine." Severus added.
"Do you have any cheese? Or wine? Hell, have any beer?"
"This is a school, Sirius."
"Meaning..."
"Meaning I have to hide it well, but it's still here. Hold on."
Severus got up and turned his back to dig in his dresser. Sirius quietly picked up his cards, glanced at them, and passed them to Remus, who passed them Julius. They were almost back to their original spot until Julius passed them to Lockhart, who cried out brightly "Four tens, I win!"
"You cheating bastards!"
"I'm telling you, there's no way someone's going to be that stupid."
"Well, don't believe me then, but let's try it!"
"Sirius, I'm never going to be on a game show with you. Ever."
"Who's going to be on a game show?"
"You guys have no trust in me! I'm telling you, I saw the guy with my own eyes!"
"Where was he?"
"Well, he was being released from Azkaban right when I got there, but I swear it was him!"
"So, the only proof you have is an eyewitness account-from you-from a time when you were deemed 'mentally unstable.'?"
"Well, you say it that way, of course it sounds bad..."
"Anything sounds bad coming out of Severus' mouth."
"Watch it, Julius, or the next time you drink pumpkin juice we'll all find out if you really think of McGonagall as 'just a friend and colleague.' Come to think of it, Black could use some too-"
Sirius jumped up. "Are you sir, calling me a liar?"
"No, I'm calling you stupid, Sirius!"
They both jumped up, fists clenched. Sirius and Severus looked like they were about to come to blows when Remus cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Why were we talking about this again?"
They all looked at each other, confused.
Sirius plopped himself down in his seat. "...So. New subject: Hooch won't leave me alone, and I blame you, Remus. Just so you know."
"What? Why?"
"Your girlfriend set us up, without telling me that she'd also turned into a crone!"
"One, Hermione's not my girlfriend. And two, it was your idea, remember?"
"Three, Hooch isn't that bad looking..." Lockhart muttered, but no one paid attention to him anymore.
"You should know better than to listen to me by now!" Sirius slammed his fist on the table. "And you two should at least try going out. I think you'd be perfect for each other. All smart and bookish and all. Who cares about the age difference? So you're like, thirty years older than her. So what? Age doesn't matter unless you're a cheese."
"Or a wine." Severus added.
"Do you have any cheese? Or wine? Hell, have any beer?"
"This is a school, Sirius."
"Meaning..."
"Meaning I have to hide it well, but it's still here. Hold on."
Severus got up and turned his back to dig in his dresser. Sirius quietly picked up his cards, glanced at them, and passed them to Remus, who passed them Julius. They were almost back to their original spot until Julius passed them to Lockhart, who cried out brightly "Four tens, I win!"
"You cheating bastards!"