A/N: Ok, before you all jump on me with flames and various hexes… I know that Tonks is older than Oliver, probably around Charlie's age, or even Bill, but I really like her character and I figured that Draco has Pansy, so Oliver also needs someone to mess up with his head- I mean, be his best friend…
Therefore- in this story, Tonks is in the same year as Oliver (meaning she's 21 years old), she's still a metamorphagus, an Auror and Draco's cousin.
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Oliver
Stupid Ball. Damn you Dumbledore and your stupid ideas. I really don't need this ball right now. I don't need a bloody reminder to the fact that as of tomorrow I'm not going to be able to see my boyfriend for two and a half bloody weeks. Eighteen days, in which I would be alone, in my apartment in London, sulking! Plus, I really hate wearing dress robes! They make me look fat!
And I don't really have a date. I know, I know, as a teacher I don't actually need one, in fact its better that I didn't have any so I'll be less distracted from chaperoning over the kids. Chaperoning! I've hit rock bottom… No actually Dumbledore did- me, watching over a bunch of hormonal teenagers trying to snick around the castle of a quickie. Wonder if I could indulge Draco to do the same… a sly smile crossed my lips as I was battling with the stupid necktie.
I took a deep sigh and surveyed myself in the body-length mirror. Ok, maybe dress robes don't exactly make me look fat but they do make me look like a bloody penguin in a frock!
I was stomping my way to the Great Hall where all the staff was to assemble before the arrival of the students to get last minute instructions, when I heard a cheerful voice behind me,
"Ollie! Ollie!!" I turned around in shock, just to make sure I wasn't dreaming- but no, there she was, in all her glory and glamour, my best friend- Tonks. She was running towards me and I watched with a small smile and open arms as she tripped over the edge of her own robe and went flying straight into my arms.
"Hey, Tonksy, what are you doing here?" She pulled back from my arms to stand on her own two feet only to launch herself on my a second later in a crushing hug,
"It's so great to see you! It's been ages, you old fart! You never call, you never write, don't you love me anymore?" she asked with a cute pout on her lips and a twinkle in her eye,
"I've been stuffed in this castle since September, you know that!" I said in a vague form of an excuse. "What are you doing here?"
"I came for you." She purred and I gave her a doubtful look, "Well, I had a few Order affairs to clear with Dumbledore and he asked me if I'd like to stay for the party." She said cheerfully as she linked her arm in mine, "It's so great to be back here, and seeing you! It's like we never left. Too bad George and Fred aren't here, and then we'll have the whole gang." I sniggered at that, the old gang… which wasn't really a gang but more of a "Drive Percy nuts" sort of group mission. "You still owe me a dance." Tonks suddenly said and I stopped on my tracks,
"Excuse me? No, no, and NO! The last time I danced with you I ended up with a broken toe!" She waved her hand dismissively,
"Oh, please, it wasn't that bad."
"Madame Pomfrey laughed when I told what happened. I've never seen her laugh before." Tonks only smiled as we entered the Great Hall. The place was decorated splendidly as usual, with the traditional twelve Christmas trees Hagrid was working all year to grow decorated with fairy lights and other sparkly things. The rest of the staff was already there, standing in their best outfits looking pretty much how I felt.
"I don't need to tell you all the risks that might be involved in a ball such as this," Dumbledore sounded almost grave, which again raised the question of- WHY on earth are you doing this? "As the staff of this school I expect each and every one of you to give an example to the young students, (is it just me or did he just flick his gaze on me? Do I look like I'm about to cause trouble? Or is it because of Tonks?) You will be required to patrol the halls and the gardens for any inappropriate behaviour. The prefects and Head Boy and Girl will be more than happy to assist you if you need. (Yeah, I bet they will…).
With that Dumbledore waved his wand and the doors of the Great Hall opened and what looked like the entire body student swarmed in, and the teachers automatically fanned around the room to position themselves strategically, I suppose.
"So, which one of those honeys is yours?" Tonks was all too cheerful, which kind of annoyed me, I'm not even sure why,
"No one." A quick scan of the hall told me that I wasn't lying; Draco obviously was aiming for elegantly late. At least he better be because there is no way he's allowed to skip this! Not when I have to stand here looking like an oversized crossover between a bird and a fish!
"Oh, come on, don't tell me you've been here since September and you didn't shag at least half the upper years already."
"As a matter of fact, I haven't." I said with dignity. Unfortunately, the last time Tonks saw me I was still deep in my wayward ways, so there was little chance she'd believe I've reformed. "I did spend a couple of weeks in Berlin." I offered, as if that was any sort of explanation,
"Oooh, and how did you find the bustling gay sex scene of Berlin?" Well, considering the fact I was down in the gutters and the only man I slept with in Berlin was in fact English…
"Bustling, I suppose." Tonks heaved a great sigh,
"Fuck, Ollie, you're no fun anymore. You used to tell me everything." Correction, you used to milk me for details on everything.
"Well, then I guess there's not much to tell."
"Oh please, I bet you shagged your way through every dance clu…" I mercifully shut her up with a hand on her mouth. The students nearest to us were staring curiously at us and for a split second I wished Draco was here to glare them away,
Will you be quiet?" I hissed, "I don't really fancy the entire bloody school knowing every last bit of my sexual forays in the middle of the Great bloody Hall! I'm supposed to be a teacher!" with that she simply slipped under my hand and nearly doubled up with laughter,
"I know, isn't it great? Dumbledore must be losing his marbles- letting you teach." I crossed my arms and gave her a pointed look down my nose,
"Are you done?" I asked coldly and she wiped her eyes and took a deep breath,
"Yes." I still surveyed her suspiciously as she leaned in and smirked, "So do your fucks find it hot to call you professor?" I wouldn't really know- none of them ever did!
"Can we please drop this subject?"
"Merlin, this place has really turned you into an old grump, or maybe you're just in love." She started snorting at her own joke and then she caught the expression on my face, which I didn't have time to hide because her last statement kind of caught me off guard. "Oh, sweet Thor, you are! You're bloody in love!" I dragged her
Into the shadows near the wall, she was raising her voice again, "Well, well, shiver me timbers- here's something I never thought I'd live to see, Ollie Wood- in love."
"You know, that name stopped being funny, somewhere in our first year- I think it was during the opening feast!" I said more harshly than I meant, but the fact she didn't believe I could fall in love was a little insulting.
"No, it didn't."
"And I really do not appreciate the fact you taught the twins what Hollywood is," I continued without listening to her, "Because now every letter they send me opens up with the words "Dearest porn star"!" She started laughing again.
"Tonks? Is that really you? What are you doing here?" we turned around to see Harry and Ginny shoving their way through the crowd towards us, "It's so great to see you!" Ginny kept gushing as she hugged Tonks tight, Harry stood a little behind her and waited patiently for his turn.
"Harry, Ginny, so great to see you." Tonks nearly jumped on the two teenagers, as if the last time she seen them was years ago and not last summer. "Harry! You look smoking hot! Dance with me!" without waiting for him to reply she started dragging him through the throng to the dance floor. Ok, this I must see up close, poor Harry. I turned to Ginny and found a wide grin spread on her face, echoing mine, hmm, this might be even more interesting than I originally thought,
"Oliver, would you have this dance with me?" Her voice was quivering with suppressed laughter and I grinned wider,
"Why, of course Ginny." I said and we made our way to the dance floor, spotting Tonks and Harry and gliding towards them. Well, using Tonks words- shiver me timbers, I think we have a match made in hell. It turned out that Harry could give Tonks a run for her money in the department of bad dancing. I wasn't sure who would end up in the hospital wing first- Harry and Tonks with broken limbs or Ginny and me with laughter suffocation.
"Ouch, Tonks, that was my bloody foot, again!" Harry hissed in pain,
"It's your bloody fault, stop fidgeting and just let me lead!" Tonks hissed back and Harry bristled at that,
"Hell no! I'm the bloke- I'm leading!"
"Och! That was my foot Harry!" And it ran along those lines for the rest of the dance. Ginny and I actually had to lean on each other for support, while Harry and Tonks sent us death glares from time to time.
After the dance was over and we wiped the tears from our eyes we all made our way to the tables in the far end of the hall for some drinks, based on previous experience Dumbledore decided that this year the food would be served buffet style.
We stood there sipping butterbeer and non alcoholic punch and chatted with Ron and Hermione that joined our little party, when I finally saw Draco making his appearance. Quite a few heads turned to watch the blonde duo that walked majestically through the big doors. I tried to hide my face behind my glass so that people wouldn't see the vortex of emotions that passed it. Awe, at the way he looked, jealousy, at the fact that he had a really hot bird hanging on his arm, drooling, at the way he looked, anger, at the fact that he had a really hot bird hanging on his arm and so on and so forth. His eyes scanned the hall lazily, occasionally acknowledging someone before landing on me. I smiled at him and tilted my glass a little in a welcoming gesture and he graced me with a tight lipped smile and a little nod of his head, the epitome of grace and class and sheer snobbism.
For the next fifteen minutes or so I stood near the drinks table, sipping one punch cup after another, my eyes glued to the svelte, elegant form of Draco. I've never actually had a chance to see him in dress robes before but there was no trace of penguins anywhere about him. His pearly grey robes were open and beautifully shown his toned body clad in light-grey-silvery trousers, and a crisp white shirt, no tie. I'm not big on formal dress and gods and Eva know that I suck at choosing suits and dress robes but Draco managed to pull it off so charmingly I couldn't help but envy him as he glided and guided his date across the dance floor.
"Well, looks like my little cous can clean up quite well, don't you agree?" I turned to see Tonks smiling at me with a smile that suggested naughty things,
"Your cousin?" for a few seconds I was wondering who she was talking about till it finally hit me- "Oh, you mean Draco."
"Yes, I mean Draco." She rolled her eyes at me, and for the first time it actually struck me that they have a lot in common, like that stupid sneer. I shrugged somewhat noncommittally, she doesn't need to know I shag her relative, or that I'm shagging at all or I'll never hear the end of it. "Come on, don't tell you don't want to just walk over there and bend him over the table and just…" again, I had to clamp my hand on her over-active mouth. Only this time it was more due to the fact that her words were going straight to my groin rather than due to other people hearing her.
"Tonks, I swear if you don't ease up on my case I'm going to invent a specially nasty course, just for you!" I hissed at her and she pulled a face at me and went over to chat with people that were less likely to hex her- like Remus and I felt the tug of seven cups of non-alcoholic punch trying to escape my body.
I wound my way around, very much aware that Draco's eyes were following me intently, and with a bit of luck, I might meet him near the john.
As it turned out, I didn't meet him in the john, but I did have a really relieving visit and after straightening myself and washing my hands I was more than ready to go back into the Great Hall for some more punch and Tonks-dancing-entertainment. When I exited the loo I saw him standing there, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. When he saw me he leisurely detached himself from the wall and started down the hall, and I followed him.
We ended up in an empty classroom, and before long I had Draco pressed up against the door kissing him deep, something I've been wanting to do since he first sauntered into the Great Hall looking like every man's (and woman I suppose) wet dream.
"Fuck, Draco, you're gorgeous." I breathed in his ear once our lips parted,
"I know." I pulled back a little to look at him with quirked brow he just smiled sweetly at me and I was left bereft of words, so I took his lips again, and again.
"You're date is very pretty." I commented nonchalantly, Draco smiled a little smile that clearly indicated he's not buying my casual tone,
"She is, isn't she? She's very nice too." I tried to battle the little pangs of jealousy because I knew that Draco was trying to wind me up,
"Really?"
"Yes, she's also smart and funny, and extremely receptive," I lowered my head to the crook of his neck and breathed a deep calming breath,
"Is that why you were late to the ball?" I murmured but Draco either didn't hear me or didn't really listen,
"She's also a major pussy-eater." A shudder passed my whole body and I bit my lip, trying to control the insane giggles that threatened to escape,
"You know, having those words coming out of your angelic lips- it's almost sinful. Now, if you could only say the right things that would be so sexy." Fuck, I can't have him wind me up as easily as this, this is simply not fair.
"Like what? Clit sucker?" I lifted my head hurriedly from nibbling his neck,
"Urgh, no! Clit sucker? Did you come up with that one all by yourself? That's disgusting." I pouted at him and he chuckled, the little tease.
"So, what would you find sexy? Something like… Cock-sucker?"
"You know what? I have a revolutionary idea! Why don't you keep quiet? It'll be like an experiment, seeing if you could sustain a blowjob without making a sound." I licked my way to his neck, "This room doesn't have a silencing charm, you know." Draco lifted my chin and brought our lips crushing together for a heated kiss and then released me abruptly and muttered something under his breath,
"There is one now." I shook my head at him,
"Spoilsport."
"Oh, but I like making noises while you go down on me. Let's make it a different kind of experiment, let's see how much noise you can make me do while blowing me." I licked my lips, a challenge- I like it, cheeky, sassy tart as he is, I'm not one to back down on challenges. Besides, I do like the noises he makes. Remembering that although there was a silencing charm on the room, there was no locking one and everyone might walk in at any given moment I opted to leave the shirt be and work straight on the trousers, while nibbling, sucking and licking his delicate neck. Once the trousers and pants were down I knelt before him, and lifted the edges of the shirt,
"Draco, what's this?" I looked up to meet his lustful eyes peering down at me from behind his long lashes,
"You like it? Happy Christmas, love." I looked down again, there on his right hip, just under the bone was a little drawing, colourful and detailed of a golden lion lying asleep with a green dragon curled up by it side, both the beasts had their tails entwined. The little tattoo was breathtakingly beautiful, not to mention- so very significant.
"I love it. Is it a real tattoo?"
"No. It will fade in a day or two." I started tracing my fingertips on the lines of the sketch while Draco was almost whimpering above me, "Ollie, a little to the left if you don't mind." I looked up at him and then down at his neglected erection, poor little dragon, you chose a very bad spot for a tat. I set down to work on his release while trying to cock my head to see the beautiful drawing, which made for a slightly odd angle for a blowjob but from the moaning/whimpering/cursing/"Oh-gods-yes" coming from above I figured Draco didn't mind much. Before long Draco was screaming my name, coming hard inside my mouth, making me smile mentally. I licked him clean and scrambled to my feet, a little clumsily as my hard member was, well, hard. After another passionate kiss, in which Draco thoroughly explored my mouth to taste himself on my tongue he pulled back and turned around, bracing his forehead against the door and lifting his robe up to expose that arse I loved so much.
"Gorgeous, what are you doing?" I asked a little breathlessly,
"Don't you want to fuck me?" His voice was slightly muffled but it sounded somewhat disappointed,
"Not like that," I breathed in his ear and turned him around, his grey eyes confused, "And not here. We don't have the time, just… just…" I gave up on the effort of forming words and simply leaned in to kiss him again while my hand grabbed his and guided it to where I needed it right now. It didn't take Draco long to get the hint and soon my flesh was stroked hard and fast and I could do little more than throw my head back and moan deep, giving all I have to that wicked hand and those wicked lips and figured I could probably die happy right there.
I was sliding on the floor boneless, pulling my beautiful blonde lover down with me, ending up against the door with him in my lap. We rested our foreheads together trying to recover ourselves.
"Thank you." I whispered, sliding my cheek against his, softly blowing away strands of sliver-gold hair.
"What for?" His face were buried in the crook of my neck and I felt his warm breath ghosting on my shoulder,
"For giving me something to hold on to for the next couple of weeks." He lifted his head and gave me a stern look, "What is it lovely?" He worried his lip for a few seconds, apparently trying to figure out the best way to approach the subject he had in mind,
"Well, the thing is, my parents are going to Switzerland for the annual Malfoy ski trip right after Christmas day," Oh good gods, was I suppose to answer that? Was that even a question? I hope you're not planning of inviting me along, as much as ski sounds appealing- I have a feeling neither Narcissa nor Lucious wouldn't be too happy to see me there…"I don't really feel like going there with them this year," Blessed Merlin, thank you! "And I was kind of thinking…" He was worrying his lip again and I pulled him into another kiss to calm him, "Maybe-I-could-come-and-visit-you-in-London." He said in one breath and then piped down, looking at me from under his fringe, it was actually rather funny, I've never Draco so nervous before.
"Draco would you like to come and spend the Christmas holidays with me, in London?" the words were almost catching in my throat, my heart nearly bursting with joy. He let his bottom lip pop from between his teeth, red and plump and nodded happily before jumping up to attack my lips with his. We wrapped our arms more firmly around one another, the kiss deepening as the possibilities of spending two full weeks practically living with Draco made my whole body tingle. When we finally pulled apart we were both flushed and panting and smiling. We took our time getting up, cleaning ourselves and righting our clothes again, all the while our hands roaming on each other's skin, dizzy with the thought of what is to come.
We walked down the hall, trying to look detached when suddenly Hermione popped in front of us with a huge smile and bright eyes,
"Hey, Oliver," her eyes slightly narrowed, "Malfoy."
"Hello, Hermione." I said brightly before Draco could say anything, "Where are you off to?"
"The Astronomy Tower, Terry is waiting for me, hmm… we're going to, er… make rounds…" she finished somewhat sheepishly as if suddenly remembering I was a staff member and she was Head Girl. Dumbledore would just love the irony…
"Have fun, then." I told her with a smile and she gave a nervous grin before sidestepping us and disappearing down the hall. I turned and caught Draco rolling his eyes and opening his mouth for a cutting retort when a brisk voice sounded in the end of the hall,
"Mr. Wood, Mr. Malfoy. I trust everything is in order?" we both turned and watched as professor McGonagall made her way towards us. I could feel Draco tensing by my side and fought the urge to slip my arm around him,
"Yes, of course," I replied smoothly, all the years of sneaking around with the twins and then having to lie about it finally came to good use, "I was just patrolling the hall and Mr. Malfoy was gracious enough to lend me a hand." I smiled brightly at my former head of house as a little snort of laughter escaped Draco's lips,
"I'm glad." She said without taking her eyes off me, "Would you terribly mind nipping outside for a quick round in the gardens?" she asked and my smile widened as my heart sank,
"Of course not, I'll just walk Mr. Malfoy safely back to the Great Hall and then nip to the gardens." I said as the smile felt more and more forced and the urge to smack McGonagall grew stronger.
"Thank you." She said and continued her way down the hall.
Draco and I continued our way in silence until we reached the door of the Great Hall,
"Are you really going outside?"
"I'm afraid so. I kind of feel bad for lying to McGonagall in the first place so I might as well have a quick check around the gardens." He rolled his eyes in annoyance,
"Honestly, Gryffindorks."
"Aw, thank you, love." I said mockingly and gave him a little slap on the arse before heading to the main doors.
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Draco
The first person I saw upon entering the Great Hall was, rather unfortunately, my cousin Tonks. What on earth is she doing here? I was feeling on cloud nine right now and her sight was sending my back down to earth in a loud thud!
"Draco!" she practically flung herself at me, and I pushed her back just as quickly,
"What are you doing here?"
"Aren't you happy to see me?" Her smile was so wide it was a surprise her ears didn't meet in the back of her head,
"Hardly." I said as coldly as I could, and she pouted at me.
"Oh, get that broom out of your bum already," not a very welcome euphemism at the moment, especially not after I nearly got a metaphorical one up there less than ten minutes ago… "Haven't you heard of goodwill towards all man kind?"
"No!" The little tyke only seemed to find it hilarious. I rubbed my temples and tried to figure out a way to get rid of her quickly and effectively, before she asked me for a dance or something- childhood traumas are a very strong motivation.
"Well, I do. Plus, you're family." I groaned at that, as if I can forget that unfortunate piece of information, "So, having fun?"
"I was." I answered in a bored voice that did nothing to deteriorate her, "Tonks, haven't you pestered me enough, don't you have some other poor guy to bully?"
"Hmm, come to think of it, I should go find Ollie," she said brightly and I momentarily cringed inwardly at the misfortune necessity of having to inflict her on my beloved boyfriend in the attempt of free myself of her, "How do I look?" I surveyed her form, waist-length shiny black hair and pale complexion,
"Like aunt Bella." She visibly flinched,
"Ew, not good. Wait, hmm, how about this?" she screwed up her eyes and I felt like someone just shot an Unforgivable Course straight into my eyes,
"For the fucking sake of Merlin, are you trying to blind me? What the hell is wrong with you?" I complained loudly, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms,
"What? It's green. It's festive." She lifted a lock of hair to inspect it, a puzzled expression on her face,
"It's not "green", it's an evil, violent shade of green that makes you look like a medusa!"
"Well, I like it. And I'm keeping it!" she said stubbornly and I turned my back to her pointedly, starting to march away,
"Fine! Just make sure that you and your crazy hair are kept far from me!"
I flopped myself in a chair next to a very brooding and forlorn looking Michael and instantly forgot all about my disturbing relative.
"What's wrong?" I asked though I could pretty much see for myself from the fact that Michael's eyes were glued to the swirling Potter and Weaselette on the dance floor. "Michael," I said softly, but he didn't even turn his head to acknowledge me,
"Where the hell is Finnigan and his mind numbing rum when you need it?" he grunted and before I could answer to that a cheerful voice was sounding above us,
"Did someone call my name?" Michael looked up startled at the smiling freckled face of the Irish Gryffindor, who immediately took a seat at Michael's other side and they started discussing liquor spells. Someone pulled the chair at my left and I turned to see Blaize sitting down gazing fondly at his boyfriend, and his ball date- as I realized to my dismay, so unfair!
"What are you so happy about?" I asked in a cold voice, the little talk with Tonks, topped with the fact that Blaize was flaunting his sexuality like that and Michael's distress were biting down into the afterglow of the spectacular blowjob I just got and that was making me more annoyed and edgy than I should be.
"No reason, just that it's Christmas and for once you're not the only one who is going to spend his holidays out of the country." He replied with a wide smile,
"What are you on about?"
"I'm going to Ireland tomorrow."
"Really?" Try as I may, I couldn't really see what was so exciting about going there, "Going up to meet the parents?" Blaize leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands loosely over his stomach,
"It's about time, don't you think?"
"I wouldn't know, is it?"
"Oh, yeah, after two years together- it's defiantly time to meet the parents." Two years? When did that happen and why the hell did I only learn of their relationship a month ago? Could it be that I'm far too absorbed in my own antics to pay attention to any of my friends and what's going on in their lives? Nah!
"Well, good for you." I said and then watched in slight horror as Tonks and her crazy hair finally managed to catch some unsuspecting victim for an infamous dance, and that her chosen victim looked rather pained. A loud burp at my side caused me to tear my eyes of them and look at Michael who looked just as dejected as before but now was swaying on the spot, completely drunk.
"Michael?" I asked in concern and turned to scold at Finnigan and his devil drink only to discover that he and Blaize have long since moved to the dancing floor, where they were wrapped ever so tightly around each other, extracting odd looks from everyone within eyeshot. Michael burped again and then laid his head softly on the table, eyes glazed over.
"What happened to him?" I nearly jumped as I looked up to see Pansy,
"Isn't it obvious? He's drunk. Help me get him up. We're taking him back to his dorm." I said and moved before Pansy had time to object. I wrapped my arms around the intoxicated form of my friend and started making our way to the big doors, trying to stir away from any teachers or prefects.
We made it safely to the entrance hall when a loud shriek was heard from behind us,
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I gritted my teeth and turned around to see Brocklehurst closing in on us with Oliver hot at her heels.
"None of your business, Brocklehurst." Pansy said irritably and I tried to stifle a smile as Brocklehurst's face reddened in anger,
"Yes, it is. Michael is my date. What did you do to him?" she accused me,
"I didn't do anything to him! He was depressed and then he had some of Finnigan's brew." I answered crossly. How dare she accuse me of trying to hurt Michael? Behind her Oliver caught his breath and for a split second looked like he was about to burst out laughing,
"How much did he have?" he asked, peering at Michael in concern,
"I'm not sure, but I don't think that more than two." I said and tried to shift Michael's weight a little as he seemed to doze off on his feet and my shoulder.
"Right. Mandy, you take Michael back to his room, you two- are coming with me." Oliver's voice was brisk and his eyes shone in a dangerous way, I let go of Michael as Brocklehurst took him from me and both Pansy and I followed Oliver curiously.
"Where the fuck are we going?" Pansy stopped dead on her tracks,
"To steal some of Madame Pomfrey's hangover potion." Oliver answered with a sly smile,
"Why do you even care, you don't even know the bloke." She persisted, I myself didn't really mind, as long as I get to spend time with Oliver, I was game,
"I don't care about that Ravenclaw kid, but Draco does, and it's important to him and that's a good enough reason for me," I beamed at him and smiled back while Pansy was making audible heaving noises we both ignored, "Besides," Oliver finally turned his attention to Pansy, "It's been ages since I've raised any hell around this place!"
A/N: Penguins are no more a crossover between a bird and a fish than an Emus are a crossover between a bird and a dust-brush (badly assembled.)