A/n: Lets out an fangirlish squeal Over 400 reviews! Thank you all my reviewers! You're awesome! Hope you like this chapter!
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-Charlotte
Moony?
Yes, Padfoot.
I'm so bored!
It's the first lesson of the week Padfoot.
Doesn't mean I can't be bored. Lets do something fun.
No,
But you promised.
Promised what?
That you'd be more fun.
I never promised that!
You so did!
When?
Last weekend.
That doesn't count.
Why not?
You know why not. And wipe that smug grin off your face.
I still can't remember, refresh my memory Moony.
Promises don't count when you're not aware that you're making them.
And why Moony, may I ask, were you not aware that you made the promise.
Because of you and Prongs.
And what?
And the bottles of firewhiskey you smuggled into our dorm.
Moony! Were you drunk?
Don't even try to look shocked Padfoot, you were there.
I know! It was hilarious!
I wasn't.
Not for you maybe.
I'm a prefect, I'm supposed to set an example.
Yeah Moony, that was quite disappointing.
Not funny.
So funny! Especially because you had that prefect meeting the next day.
You just had to remind me of that terrible meeting, didn't you?
I couldn't help the fact that you felt sick and looked like something rolled over you!
Maybe cause something big, black and hairy did.
Don't look so accusing Moony.
Did you have to roll over me?
Yes, it wasn't like I was completely sober.
You drank more than twice as much as I did.
It was about four times as much.
You take pride in that?
Yes I do.
You're such an alcoholic.
No I'm not. I just hold my alcohol better than you, you scrawny prefect.
Scrawny? Thanks Padfoot.
Muscular prefect?
Better.
Anyways, the promise.
I still can't remember any promise.
I'll refresh your memory. Around twelve you first giggled.
I don't giggle.
You giggled.
No way!
Let me continue the story. So you giggled, stood up on your bed and exclaimed you had something important to say.
Remind me to ask the house-elves to change my sheets.
They already did. Anyway, you stood up and said you were tired of being so boring and promised to be more fun in the future.
Why can't I remember that?
Alcohol. Now pay attention! So, after your speech you yelled, and I quote: "I adore alcohol", you squealed and fell off your bed.
Oh, that's where that bruise came from.
Probably.
Stop grinning
No.
The promise still doesn't count.
But I did get you to write to me the whole lesson.
Angry Moony?
Moony?
Moony?
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