A/n not much to say, apart from the fact that team Larry is winning, 2-0, not that anyone particularly cares but thank you That lazy girl called Steve (love the name) and once again Linnup J also no lyrics, cos I can't be arsed!
29. I must not try to shave Mrs Norris and then paint her yellow. - Dean Thomas
30. I must not then try to paint orange polka dots on Mrs Norris. - Dean Thomas
31. I must not capture Mrs Norris in her new state; put her in a large hat and scream "the cat is in the hat!" through the dungeons to wake up professor Snape. - Angelina Johnson
"Oi, you lot!" yelled Dean Thomas, trying to be heard over the vast amount of people conversing in the Gryffindor common room. A bunch of first years stopped talking and turned to listen to him, as though he was a teacher.
"Not you lot, but you really need to pay less attention" he said patronizingly.
"OI, SEVENTH YEARS PLUS, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN!" screamed Dean, standing on one of the old, beaten up armchairs in front of the fire. There were many responses of 'what' and 'what the hell?' but Dean was happy that he had caught their attention.
"Cheers, now, anyone know where Mrs. Norris is?" he asked. Some people sneered and turned away at the strange, absurdness of the question.
"She's on the second, no first floor, heading to the dungeons, why do you want to know?" asked Harry, gazing at the marauders map.
"thanks Harry, and if I'm not back in about an hour tell Dumbledore that filch is keeping me prisoner and hanging me by my thumbs" said Dean, before grabbing two cans of muggle paint, one a very vibrant orange, the other a lively yellow and walking out of the portrait hole. Behind him you could see a very amused Ron and a confused Harry.
"What's he up to?" Harry asked Ron.
"Well lets just say Mrs. Norris is going to be a lot easier to spot" he laughed, before turning back to the quidditch weekly special on the Chudley Cannons.
Dean was quietly creeping his way down to the first floor, his arms laden with paint pots and brushes of various different sizes. Only two floors to go he thought. Ducking into a small alcove he let a sigh of relief pass as peeves floated through the empty hallway. Having peeves bother him now would have disastrous results, and probably detention written all over them, in bright orange paint.
About ten minutes later had Dean casting a petrifying spell on Mrs. Norris, putting the paints and brushes on one of the desks in the unused classroom.
"Nec capillum" he whispered, trying not to make too much noise.
In an instant Mrs Norris' fur had completely disappeared, making her look very rat like.
Not wasting any time Dean pried open the lids of the paint and got to work, leaving rather large tell-tale streaks of orange paint across the desk. He was sure to leave a small patch of skin free of all paint, as much as he despised the cat, he didn't want to kill it. In no time at all he was finished.
"Finite" he whispered. The cat sprang to life and leaped off the table, and sprinted out the room. Dean followed quickly behind, hoping not to get caught.
"Mr Thomas, detention this instant, for doing such unspeakable things to my cat, away with you or you'll be hung up by your thumbs." said the wheezy voice of Mr. filch, who was just outside the classroom door, cradling his cat in his arms. Dean was already running up to the common room.
No sooner had Dean left than the head of Angelina Johnston was peeking round the corner, trying to get at the newly coloured Mrs Norris. She got her chance when filch set her back down on the floor and skulked off to another part of the castle. Creeping up quietly behind the cat she quickly slammed the bag over its head and ran for the dungeons. Whilst doing so she began to shriek,
"The cat is in the bag, operation is a go-go!" this didn't go down to well with the newly awoken Severus Snape. He was about to rise from his chambers when the door was flung open, or rather off its hinges and an angry looking cat was deposited inside. He didn't look closely at the student, the only thing he saw was shock at the force of his yell - "DETENTION YOU INSOLENT FOOL!" it was enough to wake the dead, literally, and the portraits were awake. Angelina didn't wait for anything; she just ran all the way to the common room, which was obviously deserted at this time of night, or rather, morning.
A/n so it's not my best, and it took forever, mainly because I was way too busy and my art teacher is a prick about setting homework…. But anyway, hooray for Larry, my amazing hobo, and his spork, Julius. So night or morning or whatever time it is to you lot!
