In Which Greg Has A FanClub
Greg
Sanders happened to be what one might to refer to as a social
butterfly. He was popular, there was really no other way to put
it.
Colin Creevy, always one to capitalize on the success of
others, saw a market among the Hufflepuff House, where Greg was
particularly popular, for a Greg Sanders Fanclub.
Greg, the
aspiring celebrity, was tickled at the concept. "I am the great
Greg Sanders. Behold."
'Greggo
Wear', Key chains, buttons, hats. Little moving figurines like at the
Quidditch world cup. Official t-shirts, and headshots available for
Greg's waiting autograph.
Hodges' sour expression was pretty clear
about how he felt about all this fuss over his fellow labrat. Of
course, David was never one to limit himself to sour expressions.
During one of Greg's autograph signing stints David stumbled upon one
sunny afternoon, he overheard a couple of Hufflepuff 5th years
giggling to each other.
"...And
then he stared deeply into my eyes as he gave me his autograph!"
"The
only reason Sanders would stare deeply into your eyes is because he
hopes to see his own reflection." David snapped, before turning
on his heel in disgust and escaping to Snape's laboratory.
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Greg's
light attitude was, in some ways, a relief from the constant stress
of teaching and learning about forensic science. Especially when
Aurors were coming into the castle every day with reports of more
Death Eater attacks.
Snape, however was still not accustomed to
Greg's...mannerisms.
"So...then you put the thing over
here,and fill out the rest of the report," Greg explained to an
unenthused Snape,"Ok...now let's take a break from teaching you
stuff. How 'bout you teach me something? Like...magic?"
Snape
glared at Greg,"You don't have the head for it. Not to mention
the small but significant detail...you are a muggle."
"Details."
Greg washed his hand in the air."Teach me how to make a
potion."
"No."
"Aw, c'mon...it'll be fun.
Teach me how to make a love potion." Greg pressed, and wiggled
his eyebrows at David, who rolled his eyes.
"Love potions are
not allowed at Hogwarts." Snape snapped.
Greg squinted,
trying get around that detail, "What if--ah, my head
hurts."
"That's Potter's line." Snape
muttered.
David quirked an eyebrow.
"If you want to buy a
love potion, you can...but as I said, they aren't allowed on the
school grounds." Snape turned away from the other two men.
"The
Weasley twins have a joke business...they might know..." David's
mouth engaged before his brain went into gear.
"Great
idea, Hodges!" Greg tried to hug him, but
David's palm against the DNA tech's forehead was a successful
deterrent. Greg shrugged it off and bounced out of the lab.
Snape
looked at David in silent incredulity.
David frowned,"Well,
he's gone...isn't he?"
Snape raised his eyes towards the
ceiling and took calming breaths...
