A/N: Ok I'm gonna forewarn you, this is really short. But I still like it so maybe you will?

Chapter 10: Word Up, Yo

A disgruntled stare was fixed on Ron's face. After three hours of wheedling and arguing with a very grumpy Madam Pomfrey, he had finally accepted his fate and was now glaring back at a rather sour turn of events. His reflection disclosed the awful truth: Ron's formerly lavender face had turned an unflattering avocado green. As if this wasn't enough, Harry certainly wasn't helping matters with his fits of laughter. Between alternating bouts of (a)rolling on the bed and (b)pointing and chuckling, he barely had enough time to force out a breathless, "It'll be ok, Ron. Just get some sleep. I mean it has to go away sometime...," immediately followed by more laughter.

"I.Hate.Professor.Snape," Ron said in return, before switching off the lights and turning to vengeful dreams for amusement.

The following morning was not a cheerful one. Ron squashed all Hermione's hopes of laughing in one glance and a disturbing silence ensued. It was not until the end of Potions that Ron began to liven up. He led Hermione and Harry up the stairs excitedly, stopping just before he reached Lupin's door in anticipation of what awaited him on the other side. Before Ron could put his hand on the knob, the door opened from the other side. Shyly, Neville stepped out holding a clipboard and wearing a black shirt with BOUNCER emblazoned across it in thick white letters.

"Um...names, please?" he asked with a humiliated look on his face.

"Neville, you know us. C'mon, what's goi--" Ron began.

"Names, please," Neville said more firmly.

"Ron, Harry, and Hermione," Harry said.

"All right, you're in," Neville replied, handing each of them wristbands as they entered. Lupin greeted them inside with an extremely complicated handshake and a, "Yo, dawg, wut up! Like my phat new crib?"

"What? Who are you!" Hermione shrieked.

"They call me homie on the street, fa real pimp," Lupin replied.

"...What does that mean?" Hermione whispered aside to Harry.

"It means he's a hustla, yo!" Harry left Hermione standing there with a confused look on her face and went to join the rest of the class, who were all shakin it like a polaroid pitcha between rows of desks.

The room was all dark and Seamus Finnigan had been recruited to spin the Tupac and Kfed. Parvati and Lavender were wearing bling provided Lupin himslef, who appeared to have a hubcap hanging around his neck.

"What do you think of the new Lupin?" Harry asked Hermione as they casually danced around the desks.

"Well, I asked Lavender and she told me that she thought he was a ...um...'balla.'"

"Holla!" replied the population of the room. Harry whispered into Hermione's ear and with a baffled tone she said, "Hollaback?" to which the room replied, "Word up, bro!"

They spent the rest of the class period grinding to the beat of the boombox. As Harry descended the stairs, he heard Lupin give a last farewell to one of his students:

"I'm a balla!"

"Holla!"

"Hollaback!"

"Word up, bro!"

A/N: I definitely made a mess of that...but whatever. Um, review if you liked gangsta Lupin, ok? cheers, uraniumbombz. "swear to shake it up if you swear to listen. oh we're still so young, desperate for attention..." I heart panic.