Chapter 14: Lupin's Long Overdue Attempted Revenge
(A/N: Dedicated to the ever lovely Pluralaralist Baby, the prettiest woman in Cannes this year!)
One morning, Lucius Malfoy was logging on to the internet on the appropriately evil-looking computer he did not own, because computers were filthy muggle devices, to read the latest stories that silly, airheaded, but oh so charmingly infamous Duchess had written about him, when a dreadful sight met his eyes. Every bit of text on the computer he did not own had been changed from his usual unthreatening Verdana into that scariest of fonts; Comic Sans. Immediately, Lucius Malfoy started to scream, fell off his chair, ran away, fell over his zebraprint sofa, got up again, scrambled on, bumped into the so-not-stunned Lawrence Llewellyn Bowen, bashed into the closed door, clawed at the doorknob, and finally collapsed, a sobbing mess of wizard, against the doorpost. With his last remaining power, he managed to throw some powder into his fireplace, where Snape's face appeared moments later.
"Oh God," he said, rolling his eyes, "Not Comic Sans induced hysteria AGAIN..."
Outside, clinging to the also evil-looking and very Slytherin-green ivy that grew on the walls of the manor, hung Remus Lupin, who watched the goings on inside with a satisfied smirk and an expression of extreme malnutrition on his face.
(A/N: Dedicated to the ever lovely Pluralaralist Baby, the prettiest woman in Cannes this year!)
One morning, Lucius Malfoy was logging on to the internet on the appropriately evil-looking computer he did not own, because computers were filthy muggle devices, to read the latest stories that silly, airheaded, but oh so charmingly infamous Duchess had written about him, when a dreadful sight met his eyes. Every bit of text on the computer he did not own had been changed from his usual unthreatening Verdana into that scariest of fonts; Comic Sans. Immediately, Lucius Malfoy started to scream, fell off his chair, ran away, fell over his zebraprint sofa, got up again, scrambled on, bumped into the so-not-stunned Lawrence Llewellyn Bowen, bashed into the closed door, clawed at the doorknob, and finally collapsed, a sobbing mess of wizard, against the doorpost. With his last remaining power, he managed to throw some powder into his fireplace, where Snape's face appeared moments later.
"Oh God," he said, rolling his eyes, "Not Comic Sans induced hysteria AGAIN..."
Outside, clinging to the also evil-looking and very Slytherin-green ivy that grew on the walls of the manor, hung Remus Lupin, who watched the goings on inside with a satisfied smirk and an expression of extreme malnutrition on his face.