~*Lee's POV*~
He woke up to the sun rays burning hot on his face. "Ouch!" He sat up and looked around. "Blazes!" he thought akoud. "I must've fallen asleep in the hall!" But just as soon as he said that, he corrected himself. "Wait- why would I do that?" Just then, a floating transluscent figure soared over his head, then looped back around again, and in a mocking voice sang,
"Lee, lee, teeny weeny Lee,
Couldn't scare off a flea,
that teeny weeny Lee..."
"Sweet Godric, Peeves, is that really the best you can come up with?"
"Heck no! THat's the clean version-you wanna hear the other one? Do ya?"
"No, Peeves, I really don't. What I do wanna do right now is figure out why the hell I woke up in the hallway." Peeves glanced at him then burst out into ghostly fits of laughter.
"Perhaps it has something to do with that enormous lump on your head? Lee frantically felt around his face but failed to find anything out of the ordinary...
"Dammnit, Peeves, you-Poltergiest! Get back here right now!" But the ghost just sank back into hysterical laughter and floated away, chanting,
"Big lump, big lump
On his head it's a big bump..." 'He's really lost his touch for rhyming, now hasn't he?' Lee growled and turned around. And by doing this so quickly, his head made contact with the portrait of the Fat Lady, and-BOOM! His forehead swelled again. Maybe she could tell him what happened-it was worth a try, anyway.
"O, Fat Lady, I do so call upon thee..." The Fat Lady looked very offended indeed and stated, "Hmmm! There's just no way you're getting in now, not with that kind of sarcastic attitude. No sir!
"Well then, maybe you could just kindly inform me of what happened last night, and could give me some indication as to why I woke up on the COLD, HARD, FLOOR!" The Lady seemed to be thinking.
"Ah-HA!" she exclaimed, at last.
"So, you remember what happened, did you?" Lee asked hopefully.
"Oh, no, not that, silly boy. I just remembered Violet was coming over for a spot of tea this afternoon, is all. And here she is!-" The other woman climbed through the portrait and the two exchanged cheerily polite greetings. Lee, on the other hand, was outraged.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED! YOU SHOULD KNOW- YOU WERE THERE!" But the Fat Lady just gave him one of those, "Honey, you been takin' too much of whatever it is you been takin'" looks, and shrugged him off. Though something lit up in Violet's head, apparantly, for she then spoke,
"Don't you be criticizing her for not paying attention to every detail of your dreary life. I, for one, do know what happened last night. You were knocked out cold by that one boy, you know, the one whose looks you could never compare with? Well yes, him and that pink-haired woman. It went something like they hit you in the head with a steel door...and, that's all." She finished quietly. Lee just blinked. "Shit! Must've got amnesia..." he took off down the hall, embarassed, as Violet called after him, "Watch your tongue, boy!"
Muttering to himself, Lee walked briskly along. Deciding it'd be too embarassing to let himself be seen right away at breakfast, and thanking the Lord it was Saturday, he cut down a different corridor, a familiar one. Until the staircase shifted, and suddenly gave him a new option: what looked like a gold-plated door with a long, beautiful hallway past it. "Might as well..." he mused. So he followed it. 'Interesting...I don't remember this. Maybe the teacher's rooms?' As he turned down a joining hall, he got a whiff of grease and oil, and gagged. "Ugggghh...must be Snapey's room....and here, all this time I thought he lived in the dungeon! Then again, maybe he does; this room smells like it hasn't seen a bottle of Lysol in ages...." He was interrupted by a sudden, high-pitched scream. Had someone found him? Frantically, he ran away from the scream, but a door- WHAM! closed on him. He ran down another hallway-BOOM! That door, too closed. This went on until the only hall left was the one from which the screams were coming. He thought, 'maybe I could hurry by without them noticing...' He tried it. Until he recognized a familiar voice-could it be? Wood! He silently entered the room, and to his horror-saw-Narcissa Malfoy, standing over the dead bodies of Oliver Wood and her own son, Draco! But wait-she hadn't a wand in her hand-was it a trick? Didn't matter, for now was his time to steal the spotlight, and gosh-darn BATHE in it! He was going to turn Narcissa in, no matter what the price. With those thoughts, he boldly took a stride further into the room and proclaimed, "Boy, have I got YOU."
He woke up to the sun rays burning hot on his face. "Ouch!" He sat up and looked around. "Blazes!" he thought akoud. "I must've fallen asleep in the hall!" But just as soon as he said that, he corrected himself. "Wait- why would I do that?" Just then, a floating transluscent figure soared over his head, then looped back around again, and in a mocking voice sang,
"Lee, lee, teeny weeny Lee,
Couldn't scare off a flea,
that teeny weeny Lee..."
"Sweet Godric, Peeves, is that really the best you can come up with?"
"Heck no! THat's the clean version-you wanna hear the other one? Do ya?"
"No, Peeves, I really don't. What I do wanna do right now is figure out why the hell I woke up in the hallway." Peeves glanced at him then burst out into ghostly fits of laughter.
"Perhaps it has something to do with that enormous lump on your head? Lee frantically felt around his face but failed to find anything out of the ordinary...
"Dammnit, Peeves, you-Poltergiest! Get back here right now!" But the ghost just sank back into hysterical laughter and floated away, chanting,
"Big lump, big lump
On his head it's a big bump..." 'He's really lost his touch for rhyming, now hasn't he?' Lee growled and turned around. And by doing this so quickly, his head made contact with the portrait of the Fat Lady, and-BOOM! His forehead swelled again. Maybe she could tell him what happened-it was worth a try, anyway.
"O, Fat Lady, I do so call upon thee..." The Fat Lady looked very offended indeed and stated, "Hmmm! There's just no way you're getting in now, not with that kind of sarcastic attitude. No sir!
"Well then, maybe you could just kindly inform me of what happened last night, and could give me some indication as to why I woke up on the COLD, HARD, FLOOR!" The Lady seemed to be thinking.
"Ah-HA!" she exclaimed, at last.
"So, you remember what happened, did you?" Lee asked hopefully.
"Oh, no, not that, silly boy. I just remembered Violet was coming over for a spot of tea this afternoon, is all. And here she is!-" The other woman climbed through the portrait and the two exchanged cheerily polite greetings. Lee, on the other hand, was outraged.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED! YOU SHOULD KNOW- YOU WERE THERE!" But the Fat Lady just gave him one of those, "Honey, you been takin' too much of whatever it is you been takin'" looks, and shrugged him off. Though something lit up in Violet's head, apparantly, for she then spoke,
"Don't you be criticizing her for not paying attention to every detail of your dreary life. I, for one, do know what happened last night. You were knocked out cold by that one boy, you know, the one whose looks you could never compare with? Well yes, him and that pink-haired woman. It went something like they hit you in the head with a steel door...and, that's all." She finished quietly. Lee just blinked. "Shit! Must've got amnesia..." he took off down the hall, embarassed, as Violet called after him, "Watch your tongue, boy!"
Muttering to himself, Lee walked briskly along. Deciding it'd be too embarassing to let himself be seen right away at breakfast, and thanking the Lord it was Saturday, he cut down a different corridor, a familiar one. Until the staircase shifted, and suddenly gave him a new option: what looked like a gold-plated door with a long, beautiful hallway past it. "Might as well..." he mused. So he followed it. 'Interesting...I don't remember this. Maybe the teacher's rooms?' As he turned down a joining hall, he got a whiff of grease and oil, and gagged. "Ugggghh...must be Snapey's room....and here, all this time I thought he lived in the dungeon! Then again, maybe he does; this room smells like it hasn't seen a bottle of Lysol in ages...." He was interrupted by a sudden, high-pitched scream. Had someone found him? Frantically, he ran away from the scream, but a door- WHAM! closed on him. He ran down another hallway-BOOM! That door, too closed. This went on until the only hall left was the one from which the screams were coming. He thought, 'maybe I could hurry by without them noticing...' He tried it. Until he recognized a familiar voice-could it be? Wood! He silently entered the room, and to his horror-saw-Narcissa Malfoy, standing over the dead bodies of Oliver Wood and her own son, Draco! But wait-she hadn't a wand in her hand-was it a trick? Didn't matter, for now was his time to steal the spotlight, and gosh-darn BATHE in it! He was going to turn Narcissa in, no matter what the price. With those thoughts, he boldly took a stride further into the room and proclaimed, "Boy, have I got YOU."