CHAPTER 5 - Poptarts & Sex.

"You know what to do, correct?" Mouse had resumed her apathy as she looked at her cuz.

"Yesh, maaaasteeer…. Yesshh!!" and she bounced off again, only to return moments later behind two panicking redheads.

She laughed hysterically as she chased the twins, who wee more used to spreading the chaos than having it inflicted on them.

"That's not what you're supposed to be doing!" Mouse tugged on Sirius' leash and he stopped trying to pull it out of her hand, standing there like a good dog. She tossed him a Scooby Snack.

Manson skidded to a stop after the third lap of chasing the Weasly twins around the entire school.

"Yeah… but… but… CANDY!" she stared at the two with - once again - Buick hubcap-sized eyes.

They quickly promised to give her all the candy she wanted if she'd only stop chasing them.

This caused Manson to blink at them rapidly before bounding after them again, screaming out "EYE Candy!!"

Mouse should've expected something along those lines to happen, though it was kind of hard to tell if she did or not as she still had the same look on her face.

For those of you who have not yet figured it out, this look simply stated that she was surrounded by idiots.

On Manson's next lap, Mouse caught her by the end of the Slytherin robe that she had apparently stolen from Draco Malfoy, who was now chasing her as she chased the Weasly twins. Unaware that she was now held in place, Manson kept running.

Draco decided the best line of action here was to forget the robe and find a safe place to hide.

"Would you just go do what you're supposed to do?"

"What fun would that be?" She slowly realized that she was being held in place and stopped running.

Mouse scowled. "Think about it."

Realization dawned like a flashlight beam - quite possibly because Sirius had caught the semi-contagious insanity and shone a torch at her - on Manson's face before she bounded off for the Headmaster's office.

Unfortunately for Mouse, she forgot that she still had hold of her spazing partner-in-destruction's robe. Of course, she remembered quite suddenly, giving her just enough time to look down at the robe in her hands, then back up at the people she'd never noticed before that seemed to be reading this pathetic story.

"Help me," she whispered.

So now, my friends, we reach one of the most amusing - and confusing - scenario in this series of random events: A seventh-year Slytherin wanna-be running down the hallways, flailing wildly and screaming, a rather fluffy and sweet-smelling Sirius Black with a spiked leather collar and leash around his neck trying to keep up with her, and the 'new' Professor Snape flying along like a black flag behind her, hanging on to the end of her robe.

The whole parade stopped with a bone-shattering cry of "POPTART!" at the alcove of a creepily-happy looking gargoyle.

Manson and Mouse both jumped up at the same time.

"Lemon Drops," Manson said.

"Peppermint rounds!" said Mouse

"Caramel."

"Strawberry Tart."

"POPTART!" Sirius shouted.

Mouse blinked at the man standing behind them. Manson produced a poptart from no where and tossed it to him.

"Gummy Worms." Mouse started again.

"Chocolate covered bananas with brown beans!"

'Wut… eww!"

"It was worth a try."

"No… it wasn't."

"OOOH, OOOH, OOOH, I KNOW!"

"No more beans."

"No, no - something no one would ever think of!"

"Then how did YOU manage?"

"Fanfics."

"Oh… ok, then."

Manson cleared her throat. "Severus Snape in love!"

The staircase slowly appeared as the gargoyle turned. Manson smiled triumphantly at Mouse.

"Yeah, yeah. You stole that from another fic," She said as she shoved Manson out of the way and headed up the stairs.

"…poptart?" Sirius whispered hopefully, following them.

A.N. - Just incase those of you do not we thought it best to say that Spike is from Buffy The Vampire Slayer & Angel. Also the next random person to appear out of no where will be from Lord of the Rings. ( mental treats recived agent Iz, good work -salutes- )