5. Dates and Dough

Lily D smirked with satisfaction as Emily approached Peter.

"You know how I said I had a date to the ball?"

"Yeah?" replied Peter.

"I don't anymore. Do you wanna. . Uh. . ."

"Sorry, I have a date already."

Emily's jaw dropped. "Who?"

"Maurine Geiger." Emily's jaw dropped farther as Peter exited the Great Hall.

"How can this be? Even Peter has a date and I still don't!"

"You must've been born with this kind of luck," said Lily D, smiling.

"You aren't helping."

"Hey Lil," said Sirius to Lily D.

"Hey. How come we haven't been together for the last couple days?" asked Lily.

"Eh, business involving war with Slytherins."

"Oh, I see. Come with me."

Lily and Sirius weren't seen in their next class. Neither was Rochelle, oddly enough.

Rochelle sat next to Lukas in the library. They both acted as if nothing had happened the previous day.

"So you don't want to be seen anywhere near the ball?"

"Nope."

"So it'd be a waste of time to ask if you want to go with me?"

He removed his sunglasses and they once again had a staring moment. "It wouldn't be pointless."

"You don't want to go," said Rochelle.

"Now I do." As the bell dismissing class rang, he held her hand in his. As he walked away their hands slowly slid out of one another. Rochelle suddenly had a new feeling. It wasn't bad she didn't think. Nor was it good. It was just. . . a feeling. Undescribable.

God, where in bloody hell is Rochelle? Wondered Cassie. She opened the supplies closet. Lily and Sirius both stopped kissing and leapt back.

"Sorry to interrupt your snogging," giggled Cassie, closing the closet door. She laughed for a second, then she spotted Rochelle.

Rochie explained everything to her.

"I have a bad feeling," said Cassie.

"Oh."

An owl dropped a note onto James. He opened it. 'I have a deal for you. The deal of the century. A bargain you cannot miss. Meet me in the dungeons now.' There was no signature. James was slightly suspicious, but went anyways. It was probably Fletcher trying to sell some illegal potion.

He waited in the cold, silent dungeons. As if a ghost was holding it above him, a bucket of dough fell onto his head, splattering him. There stood a random Slytherin. They cackled and ran off.

"Hey," Emily caught up with Mundungus Fletcher. "Got a date to the ball?"

"Naw, I'm goin' 'lone."

"You sure you don't wanna go with me?"

"Nah, sellin' pretend Vodka real cheap, them suckers gonna think they getting' real Vodka, but I'ma jus' gonna sell 'em my own recipe with plen'y o' alcohol." He chuckled.

"Er, right."

It was slowly becoming a war between Gryffindor and Slytherin. All around he corridors Slytherins were trying to trip, injure, or prank James and Sirius. Peter ended up falling for pretty much all of the Slytherin tricks. James and Sirius continued to play pranks on many various Slytherins, but mostly Snape and Malfoy. Dungbombs, Ink Explosions, Self-Erasing Parchment, you name it. It was becoming utter chaos, but James and Sirius were enjoying all of it.