Disclaimer: JK is a goddess. Remus and Harry and some other characters are hers. But ::insert evil cackle:: Arty and Loki are all mine, baby.
A/N: Wh007. Getting on track again. In a different way...::points to story:: Not in first person. First person makes da Pooka go nutters. Anywho. This story seems so odd to me. Does it feel strange to anyone else? Btw, the prologue to this story was actually the original epilogue to the other story, and vice versa. I just thought I'd tie them closer if I did something like this. Is it working? u.u;
Extra points to those of you who get what Flatus Flak is. xDD
Reaka- No, Harry was in the end of his sixth year, throughout that summer. I believe I mention it a few times, including the veryveryvery beginning...in the first few lines.
Kiriena1- Eh...Dun worry. It'll get longer as I get more into the story. I just needed to introduce everything in the prologue, and then this chapter will hopefully introduce part of the problem.
MoonpoetessZ and jess moony- Look it really is a blue moon! xD Er...Yes. Um. u.u; Anywho, I didn't realize so many people wanted a sequel. ::feels loved:: n.n;
"Ugh..."
"Which is a perfectly good response to any question..." came the grumbled response.
Was there a question? "Whadjoosay?" tumbled off the half-sleeping boy's lips. Fists were raised to rub rather fiercely at chocolately eyes.
"I said, 'Get up, you lazy arse. I'm bored and I require amusement.'"
"That's hardly a question, Arty." A yawn interrupted anymore that might've sputtered off the end of that statement. Blinkingly, the light haired boy watched the other boy at the end of his bed.
"Well?" Arty grinned, unfurling from his curled position, revealing the well-built body that had made him a shoo-in for a Beater.
Technically the boy was a year younger than Blue, but in truth was only about six months younger. (Arty's mum and dad had been fooling around her seventh year, and subsequently had ended up with an 'oopsie-baby'.) Unlike both mother and father, he'd shown signs of magic early and had been put in with Blue's year.
Blue's year, his classmates...Surprisingly small after the Second War, had only included two other boys, and three girls, in Gryffindor, for their year. Slytherin had been the smallest of all, a singular boy and two girls. It seemed Hufflepuff was the largest of the Houses anymore, leaving behind silly traditional house rivalries for more peaceful inter-house relationships.
Beside Blue and Arty, their year included Loki and Andrew. Andrew always seemed slightly put off with the other three and tended to shy away from them, preferring the company of girls or older Gryffindors. Loki, however, was hardly as mature as Andrew and about twice as intelligent. Not only was he boyish in nature, but Nature had made fit to grace him with a small form. Nearly an entire thirty centimeters shorter than all the other boys, with flaming red hair and wide blue eyes, not to mention eternally rosy cheeks, he seemed the epitome of childhood. His love of mischief didn't stopper the image much either, as one could imagine.
Had it been so long ago that Blue, Loki and Arty had decided Andrew's only beef with them was that they had known each other long before Hogwarts letters arrived? Three years, in fact, the boys now were entering their fourth year. Ah how time flies...
"Tell me Loki's just got another box?" Blue grumbled.
"Fred and George said they weren't so sure about the Flatus Flak, but the Lookalike Taffy has been perfected and approved." Arty waved a hand dismissively. "Anyway, Loki wanted to try out the Flatus Flak on old Filch- y!" Arty snickered, to the exasperated look on Blue's face.
"You woke me up for this?"
Arty held up two bars of Honeyduke's chocolate and Blue tackled his friend, both giggling. "Nope. I woke you up for this! But you'll have to catch it before anything!" The larger boy wiggled free of his friend's grasp and leapt off the bed, clopping footsteps heard long after he was well into the Commons. Blue slid off the bed and dressed quickly, following moments later.
"Merlin, Blue! Hurry up!" Loki yelped, waving his arms frantically for the third in their party to run faster.
Blue, of course, took that moment to stumble, tumbling head over heel, only to be pulled to his feet by a claw-like hand. Filch glared at the boy, who stared back wide-eyed, though didn't bother to struggle. "Children...Can't use the chains anymore...And you, of all the hooligans. Just as bad as you used to be...I'd even venture to say worse..."
An eyebrow was raised. Was Filch getting senile? What in the hell was he talking about? "I'm afraid I have detention on Thursday already, so perhaps Monday is a better day for such a thing?" Blue grumbled.
Filch stared a moment, finally nodding. "McGonagall caught you, did she? Good woman, that witch. Strict as me own mum." Giving the boy a shove, he growled, "Get on with ya, Potter. I don't want to see you till Monday." With that he turned abruptly, muttering about the hooligans and whatnot.
Blue rubbed his arm, watching the hallway as the swaying lantern disappeared down the corridor. If they hadn't already been at the portrait of the fat lady, Blue was sure he would've been dragged down to Filch's office.
Speaking of Filch's office...Arty and Loki slipped from behind the portrait. "Damn." Arty nodded in agreement to the statement.
"Yeah, two detentions in one day," Arty snickered softly. "We need to work on your athletic skills, boy-o."
Blue opened his mouth to ask if they'd heard the bit about 'just as bad as you used to be', but was firmly interrupted by the rude noise echoing from Filch's corridor. Naturally, all three boys fell into giggles, happy to see the Flatus Flak had worked just fine.
