Great. Just GREAT. I scored no reviews in the past week, so this chapter is up to ME. See, ya should've taken the time to write something! (You still can, of course...)because I am "nothing without you...just a shadow passing through..." One quick thing: well, two-The starred passage(s) mean that the passage/writing is from somewhere else, other than HP, and I don't own those, either. And on my first disclaimer, I may've forgotten this...I don't own Harry Potter or anything legally associated with it. Someday I might, (hey, it could happen!...) but that "someday" is not today. I'll stop cutting in with bracketts, too...so enjoy this chapter!
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It was nearing midnight, according to Lee's non-existant watch, and he was heading back up to the castle-{he had spent the remainder of the day sitting down by the lake and plotting what to do, what to do with Woody, but had come up with nothing.} He had lost track of all time during that lakeside visit, and therefore figured he'd be in pretty deep dog shit if he was discovered by a teacher to be roaming the halls at this hour. He turned the corner to climb a staircase up to the common room, when he felt a cold, clammy hand clamp on his shoulder. He whipped around, and saw before him- none but the seriously severe Severus Snape. {Try saying THAT ten times fast-oh wait, I almost fogot. No cutting in. Sorry.} Expecting the worst, and by all means fearing it, Lee was shocked to tears {literally!}when he heard Snape shout, "CRACKERBARREL!" His eyes widened, and he walked around the hall bumping into things. Lee was torn between the choice of panicking or laughing hysterically. He dared to speak,

"Pro-FESSOR?" He asked slowly.

"POPPYPUDDING!"

"Are you-al-RIGHT?"

"FUZZY-WUZZY WAS A BEAR!" Lee choked back laughter. If Snape was talking about fuzzy bears and new flavors of pudding, he supposed it was alright to continue his walk up to the dorm. His only regret was he didn't have a camera with him.

"Alright then, Sir, I'll just be going back to bed..."

"PURPLEHAIRDYE!"

"Back to where I'm supposed to be..." he backed up the stairs slowly as he said this.

"FRIZZLE-FRAZZLE-FRIZZYBUM!" Dangit! WHY didn't he carry a camera on him? But then, a thought occured to him!- 'If I'm able to have an invisible watch, why not an invisible camera? 'Alright, now Lee, think REALLY hard, imagine a camera in your hands...' as he though this, he felt the weight of something drop into his palm. 'Alright!' he thought. To anyone else, the camera would seem invisible, but to him, it was completely real. Still, he had never pretended to take a picture before...except for the time he'd caught Pansy Parkinson shaving her face-wait, that was a real picture. He held the "camera" up to his face and aimed it at the Snape-Zombie.

"Say 'cheese'!"

"CHAZZA-RAZZA-CHEDDY-CHANG!" He imagined a 'snap', and, now pretty satisfied with his own good fortune and imagination, he took the stairs two at a time, heading up to the hall. He was so over-joyed by his little 'Snape secret' that he began skipping down the hall. Right when he was ready to give the Fat Lady the password, he was obnoxiously knocked down by a heavy door hitting him square in the chest.

"Owwwww! What the-wait, I don't remember there being a door there..." He heard giggling, and nearly became sick with rage as he saw the sight before him. All his happiness-as-of-three-minutes-ago vanished, and he stamped his foot hard on the ground. What he saw was Tonks and Oliver, dressed in bathing suits and wrapped in towels, and they had opened the door and were speaking in hushed, excited voices.

"Oh, what the hell are you two doing now?"

The couple looked up for the first time. Tonks spoke first

"Er...Oliver was showing me his hot tub...rather neat Muggle invention, no?"

"HOT TUB? IN HOGWARTS? You guys are insane-talking. Where do you propose you can fit a hot-tub in this place?"

Wood began, "Look in there for yourself. It was mine, and only I know the password. It's a very RELAXING experience." He raised his eyebrows as he said this.

Tonks now spoke. "You should be in bed now anyway, Lee! What do you mean by snooping around the castle at all-hours of the early morning?"

"What do you mean being with a student at all-hours of the early morning, Ms. Tonks? You are a teacher, aren't you?"

"Don't the frick question me like that! You have no right! NO right! Oliver? Shut the door. Fellows like him don't deserve to useourhot-tub." With that, Oliver shut it, and with a final glare at his ex-best-friend, said goodbye to Tonks and climbed into the portrait hole, leaving this door, as well, swinging behind him in Lee's face.