A/N- MOAR. Well, at little bit more. In this chapter, Light and Liv begin their 'adventure'. May God help us all.

-Light.

Liv heaved open the heavy door, stepping out into the cool evening breeze. Light sped past her, heading for their favourite smoking tree, happily anticipating the cigarette she had been waiting for for the past, well, twenty minutes.

Liv followed her friend, reaching into the pocket of her customary grey skirt and withdrawing a packet of Silk Cut Choice and her trusty lighter, affectionately named 'Butters.'

She caught up to Light just as Light was rooting through her bag in search of something unidentified. Liv disregarded her friend's looting and sat herself at the base of the old oak tree.

Lighting a cigarette, she inhaled contentedly, relaxing against the trunk and staring out over the lake.

"Aha!" Light exclaimed eventually, pulling a bottle of Rock Shandy from her bag, spilling the contents of the over-stuffed bag in the process. She lay back on the grass and took a pristine packet of Marlboro Red from her pocket.

"Oh, Marlboro. How I've missed you." she sighed.

Liv didn't spare her a glance. "It's been all of an hour, Light." she said, taking a drag from her menthol cigarette.

"Your point being? Stupid Slytherins stealing our astronomy tower." Light grumbled, struggling to ignite a flame with her purple lighter.

Liv laughed. "Scumbag lighter being a little bitch again?" she asked.

"When is Scumbag lighter NOT being a little bitch?" Light sighed. "Here, give me Butters."

Liv handed over the black lighter.
Light lit her cigarette, inhaling deeply and dropping her head against the ground.

"You should really buy a new lighter" Liv commented, looking at the discarded purple lighter.

"Effort!" Light said, taking a drink from her bottle of Rock Shandy, expertly avoiding spilling any onto herself or the grass.

Liv shrugged, closing her eyes and blocking out the world around her.

After several minutes of unusual silence, Light poked Liv in the side.
"Woop?" she said.

"Woop? Woop woop." Liv replied seriously.
"Woop woop. Woop woop woop." Light said, seeming content with her answer.

Silence followed, broken after mere moments by Liv's laughter.

"What the fuck just happened?!" she laughed, clutching her side.

"I don't even know any more." Light said, shaking her head and discarding her finished cigarette.

She sat up, cracking her back and surveying their surroundings.

"Oh, God." she said, hitting her head against the tree trunk in frustration.

"What is it?" Liv asked, glancing around her.
"She's back" Light groaned.

"Dickwaffle?" Liv asked, straining her eyes to see the infuriating Hufflepuff.

"Dickwaffle." Light replied, gesturing towards a tree about 30 feet away.

Sure enough, hiding behind the tree in a manner which made her really quite visible to anyone who was looking, the 7th year girl stood, staring at the Ravenclaw duo.

"We just can't get rid of her, can we? She's like herpes, just even more fucking annoying." Light bitched.

"One of these nights, we're going to wake up and she'll be standing over one of beds with a carving knife." Liv complained, pointedly refusing to look towards the girl.

"Or, more likely, one of these days she going to say something that really, really pisses me off, and I'm going to punch her in the face. Hard." Light commented, and Liv knew better than to think she was joking.

They began a heartfelt conversation about how they'd most like to get Dickwaffle out of their lives. The methods included, but were not limited to, dropping a hippogriff on her, trapping her in a wardrobe, borrowing the Doctor's TARDIS and going back in time to falcon punch her pregnant mother in the stomach and Liv's personal favourite, locking her in a room with Tara Gilespie.

After several minutes of discussion on the Ravenclaw's part, and creeping on Dickwaffle's, the sound of someone running attracted the girl's attention.
"Liv? Why is Martin running across the grass like a spastic?" Light asked, somewhat wary of the answer. Martin never ran.
"TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!" The Gryffindor yelled, coming to a halt in front of the two and collapsing on the grass, trying to catch his breath.

Liv and Light stared at him.
"There's a troll in the dungeon? An actual troll?" Liv asked, looking confused.

Martin nodded vigorously.
"Bullshit bro, there's no way a troll is loose in the dungeon." Light dead panned, reaching out to smack the boy on the back of the head.

A loud banging noise was heard and a stream of scared and confused students came streaming out into the grounds.

The Prefects were desperately trying to organise to frantic younger students, while many of the older ones found the situation.
"SETTLE DOWN! THE SITUATION IS UNDER CONTROL! THE TEACHERS CAN HANDLE THIS!" A Gryffindor Prefect yelled over the noise.

Liv and Light exchanged glances.

"Holy shit, there's a troll in the dungeon." Light said.

"I fucking TOLD you!"

A/N- There you go, Martin. There's a troll in the dungeon. I hope you're happy.

Fucking Dickwaffle. Being a creep and all. She's annoying as fuck.