Chpt. 8
"Hey, so where's Karkat?" John asked looking at each of the Golden Trio in turn.
"I think he's downstairs," Hermione replied.
John snickered from behind his hand. "I can't wait to pull pranks on him." His face lit up with excitement, "I have one I can pull right now!" He began to sort through a
leather wallet.
"Don't let him meet Fred and George!" Ron groaned. John's interest was immediately piqued.
"Who? Do I sense some fellow pranksters?" Hermione nodded from the side, smiling a bit.
"Awesome." John pulled some cards out of the wallet, and they expanded into things and fell to the ground. Harry looked at the strange assortment of items on the floor. There was a bottle of strange pulsating slime, a rope, a rock, a paper and a pen, and a bucket.
"You know I don't really get what's so bad about buckets," he said as he sorted through the objects. He frowned at the rock.
"How did that get out?" he asked as he reached to pick it up. The moment he did, something was expelled from his Sylladex with the force of a bullet. It crashed through the window and outside the house.
John groaned at the window, "Why is it always the PDA?" he asked to no one in particular. "If only I could do the Windy Thing I could get it over here in a second," he grumbled.
"What's the Windy Thing?" Hermione asked.
John looked startled, "Oh sorry! Forgot you were there. The Windy Thing is just a little joke that I have. Heh..." John trailed off and Harry briefly wondered how John forgot they were there.
Hermione repaired the window, causing John to jump. "Rose wasn't kidding..." he muttered, "I thought that this might be another one of her weird wizard fantasies but nope, it's the real deal." He sat down on the floor and began to pour the slime into the bucket. He added some clear liquid and began to stir with a steel spoon
"Water," he said, looking at their faces, "So it's runnier and comes out more easily."
"Oh," Hermione said weakly.
"Now, where is Karkat guaranteed to go? Eh, I'll just set it up in here and warn Terezi." He tied the rope around the handle and secured the knot. He picked the bucket up and stood on one of the beds. He threw the rope across a support beam and tied the other end to the door. If anyone were to come in, they would be soaked in slime.
John began to scribble on the paper he held, grinning wickedly. He placed it on Karkat's bed, and opened the door carefully, avoiding dropping the bucket. Harry allowed himself a moment to look at his note.
hey beep beep meow, you miss me?
He let himself laugh at the note, and offered it to Ron, who grinned similarly. Hermione frowned when it was passed to her.
"Usually I would warn Karkat," she said, "but he kind of deserves it.
"Git," Ron added passionately. The three exited the room, opening the door carefully.
John standing outside the kitchen, talking to Terezi happily.
"-god tier outfit on. Just felt like it would make me stand out more."
Terezi fake pouted, "But it's so very delicious. A real delicacy." She paused to give disgusted look at his current outfit. "Much better than Vriska's outfit. I mean, sure there's licorice and sour apple on the shirt," John smiled, "But it's covered that disgusting green. I can't even put a name to it."
John soundlessly took off one of his shoes and passed it to Terezi. She inhaled its scent, a wide grin stretching across her face.
"Okay," she conceded, "Maybe it isn't all bad." John grinned and took his shoe back after several complaints.
"Oh, by the way, if you go into your and Karkat's room, I recommend letting him go first," John said with a wink that was lost on Terezi. She cackled as John entered the kitchen to be greeted by Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh," she said, puzzled. "Who are you?" Harry, who had just entered the room, explained his appearance, omitting details about the prank he was planning.
"Well then," she said after Harry explained, "You must be hungry. You look underfed."
John smiled, "Yeah! I'm really hungry!" And he looked down at himself, "And I'm not that scrawny."
"Of course not dear," Mrs. Weasley said, turning around. John amused himself by flexing his muscles. He had pulled his sleeve back, revealing his arm. which was covered by many scars. Hermione let out a small gasp as he began to flex his near nonexistent muscles.
"I know, I'm so ripped aren't I?" he said, responding to Hermione's gasp.
"No, all those scars!"
John frowned and looked at his arm. "Oh," he said eventually, "These are nothing. I actually thought they would be gone."
"What do you mean they're nothing?" Ron asked, looking at a particularly long one on his forearm. John wordlessly removed his jacket and took his shirt off. Hermione squeaked and turned away.
"What?" he asked, "He wanted to know why they're nothing important." Hermione silently looked back, blushing profusely. Harry turned his attention back to John. He let out a small gasp.
"Bloody hell." A large scar was positioned directly over his heart, as though someone had stabbed him through his heart. John smiled and replaced his shirt.
"And that's why they are nothing!" he said brightly. Mrs. Weasley was too busy cooking to notice the kids' conversation.
"What'd you do? Get stabbed in the chest?" Ron asked.
"Uh, no!" John said, sweating slightly. "Do you have any music?" he asked, quickly changing the subject. Harry frowned and turned the radio on. It was set to a channel of Muggle music, and was playing the end of a song.
"It's the end of the world as we know it," it blared.
"And I feel fine. And I feel fine." John frowned at the music.
"The end of the world is nothing to joke about," he said so seriously that made Harry wonder if he was joking or not.
HM, NEW CHAPTER OKAY. SORRY IF ANYONE'S OOC, I KNOW. NO KARKAT, HE'S OFF DOING STUFF, OKAY?
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