With Friends Like These
“What time was she supposed to be here?”
“She had to pick her daughter up at 5:30.” Giles replied, trying not to nervously glance at his watch. He had gotten Severus off the couch and into the wheelchair waiting by the door for the moment Joyce arrived.
“And did she say what time she was going to be here?”
“Not precisely no.”
“Lovely.” Severus sighed. “We’re going to be late.”
“No we won’t. We still have twenty minutes, and it will only take ten to get to the hospital.”
“Yes, but if you include the time it takes to get into those contraptions and then get out once we reach our destination…. If I had my wand, I could use a levitation charm and cut the time in half.”
“Nice try.” Giles said, glancing out the window for any sign of a Joyce’s car.
“It’s not just levitation charms. There are numerous times I could have saved a lot of hassle if I had my wand. I want it back.”
“You must be joking if you think I’m just going to hand it over because you said so. That would be like handing a gun over to a murderer.”
“I’m serious. It is irresponsible for you to deprive me of my wand like this. What if the Death Eaters are waiting at the hospital? You certainly aren’t in a position to defend us.”
“You want your wand? Fine, you can have your wand. I’m tired of fighting you on this.” Giles went to the kitchen to fish the magical wand out of the utensil drawer. “But when your spells start backfiring on you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Yes mother.” Severus rolled his eyes. As soon as Giles was close enough he snatched the wand out of Giles’ hand.
“Now, don’t bring that out in public and if any body asks, it’s for conducting symphonies, not casting spells. Understand?” Giles got his warning out just as there was a knock on the door.
“Hey Mr. G.” Buffy’s sister smiled. “Mom says you’re giving up your convertible.”
“We’re just switching cars for the evening.” Giles said, pushing Severus’ chair out the door.
“Whatever. Say, can I try driving it?”
“I didn’t think you were old enough to get a liscence.” Giles said, locking his apartment door behind him.
“Aww, you’re no fun!” Dawn whined skipping back towards the cars.
“I’m sorry we were running late.” Joyce said, wrapping one arm around Dawn’s shoulder as she tried to skip past her mother. “I hope we won’t make you too late for your appointment.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m sure we’ll get there in plenty of time.” Giles said, handing her his spare set of car keys. “Besides we’ll just spend the first hour reading out dated magazines in the waiting room anyway. That’s the way these things generally go.”
“Tell me about it. Do you need help getting your brother into the jeep?”
“If you don’t mind.” Giles smiled. He couldn’t help but think how lucky Buffy was to have such a caring and beautiful mother.
“Not at all.” Joyce returned his smile with a glowing one of her own.
“Oh good grief.” Dawn rolled her eyes. “Mom, hurry up, we have to get home before Dawson’s.”
“Just a minute dear.” Joyce addressed Dawn, “we need to help Mr. Giles’ brother.”
“Right.” Giles blinked to remind himself what he was doing. He lifted Severus into the passenger’s seat and fastened the seat belt as Joyce folded up the chair and lifted it into the back.
“Well, that’s all set.” she said, as she slammed the back hatch closed.
“Yes, well, thank you so much.”
“Oh it was nothing.”
“It’s very of sweet of you to let us switch cars like this. I really appreciate it.”
“My pleasure.” Just as Joyce could feel herself falling for the warm look in Giles’ eyes, Dawn leaned down on the horn of the convertible.
“Oops?” Dawn said although she clearly didn’t mean it.
“Right, well, I’ll see you later.” Joyce headed over to the smaller car.
“Thanks. I’ll bring this by once we’re through.” Giles waved as he climbed into the larger car.
As he shut the door, Severus remarked. “While Buffy may be an airhead, her sister seems to have the common sense of the family.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Giles frowned as he started the jeep and pulled out of the drive.
“It means, if she hadn’t leaned on that horn, you and Ms. Lovelysmile would still be saying good night.”
“I was just being polite.”
“Yes, well, thanks to your politeness we now have just five minutes to get to the hospital. How long did you say it takes to get there? Ten minutes?”
“Oh shut up.”
The students couldn’t have asked for better weather for the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year. The upperclassmen gathered in the front hall, ready to descend on the village below. “Do you see him yet?” Lily asked, standing on her tiptoes to look over the crowd.
“No. Are you sure he’s going to be here?”
“Of course he’ll be here. We always see the others off.”
“Well, he’s not here.” Margaret pouted. “I even wore my best skirt, and if he’s not here by the time…”
“Are the rest of the Slytherins here yet?” Lily hated being so much shorter than her friend.
“There’s Narcissa and her cronies, but I don’t see… oh, there they are.” Margaret looked down at Lily. “The Slytherin boys just came down the stairs.”
“Look for Snape. Ru’s generally right behind his brother.” Lily tried leaning on Margaret’s shoulder to get a better view.
“Yup, there he is. That’s almost eerie. They look nothing alike.” Margaret watched Rupert hand a few coins to Severus and instruct his brother what to buy. “How do I look?”
“Fine, you look fine.” Lily said, glancing around the crowded hallway.
“So do you.” Margaret said keeping her eyes on the Slytherins. “Is he looking?”
Lily looked behind her to the small cluster of Gryffindor boys. “Close enough. Now hurry up before McGonagall makes the announcements.”
“Alright, on the count of three. 1…2…3!”
At the sound of his name echoing around the vaulted ceilings, Rupert, as well has half the heads in the hall, looked up. “I don’t think he missed that.” Lily mumbled, glancing behind her where the Gryffs were staring in transfixed horror as Margaret waved her arms at the Slytherins.
Rupert blushed, but dutifully made his way through the crowd towards the girls. “Rupert!” Lily called at the same time Margaret cooed “Rupert, darling!”
“Lily!” Rupert waved at Lily Evans, then approached the redhead. “Margaret, darling!” He kissed both her cheeks, trying not to blush redder than her hair.
“What, no kiss for me?” Lily mumbled.
“Next time call me darling.” Rupert winked at her. “So, are we going to wait for McGonagall, or commence with the usual?”
“The usual.” Lily replied with a grin.
“The usual?” Margaret was beginning to doubt the logic of missing the first Hogsmeade weekend just to make Sirius Black jealous.
“Oh yeah, the usual.” Lily winked back at Rupert.
“Well then, ladies, time for us to make an exit.” He offered his arm to Lily while wrapping his other arm around Margaret’s waist. No sooner had the trio left the hallway when speculation of the nature of that relationship began amongst all four houses.
“So just what is this usual?” Margaret asked as the trio cut behind the greenhouse to the trail leading to the old valley bridge.
“Well, we generally like to see everybody else off.” Rupert said, stopping to pick up a handful of acorns from the ground.
“But we just did that.” Margaret frowned.
“Yeah, but we didn’t really have a good view.” Lily said, also
picking up several acorns as they walked towards the bridge.
“Oh.” Margaret watched the pair as the filled their pockets. “So, every Hogsmeade weekend you go to the bridge to watch everyone else head off to Hogsmeade where they will undoubtedly have more fun than you?”
“Something like that.” Rupert agreed.
“That has got to be one of the most pathetic things I have ever heard.”
“Just wait.” Lily said. “Oh Merlin, we’re going to be late.” Lily and Rupert took off running to the bridge, with Margaret trailing behind, cursing her decision to wear the skirt which Sirius didn’t even notice.
“We’ve got plenty of time.” Rupert said as the pair leaned on the railings overlooking the path. “See they’re just now coming down the way.” Sure enough, below them, the upperclassmen were strolling down from the castle, the leading group still a few minutes away from passing under the bridge. “How many did you get?”
“Seven.” Lily checked her pockets.
“I suppose that will do, but aiming will be hard.”
“I’ve had practice.” Lily grinned. “How about you?”
“Oh, I don’t know, about a dozen I would think.” Rupert pulled an acorn from his pocket. “Ready?”
“Guys!” Margaret finally reached the bridge. “What are you doing?”
“Shh!” Both Lily and Rupert hushed her. She watched as they carefully peeked over the bridge, holding their acorns in their hands.
“What are you doing?” She whispered in Rupert’s ear.
“Playing a game.” Rupert replied. “A point for every hit.”
“Two points for a prefect.” Lily added in a whisper. “Ready?”
The trio peered over the bridge just as the first group of Ravenclaw seventh years passed under. Lily dropped her acorn and they watched as it fell just short of Amelia’s older sister, not even drawing her attention. “Drat, I’m not centered.” Lily whispered.
Rupert waited another moment then dropped his acorn.
“Ow!” came a sharp yell from below. “Bloody acorns, I hate fall!”
The group on the bridge shared knowing winks, recognizing the voice of Marcela Snotbridge.
“One for me.” Rupert whispered as he lined up his next shot.
“Wait your turn.” Lily nudged him out of the way and carefully lined up her shot. Just as the Slytherin girls were passing underneath, she dropped the acorn.
“And that’s one for Evans.” Rupert whispered, giving his friend a thumbs-up.
“You guys do this every weekend?” Margaret asked, disturbed, but also highly amused, by her friend’s hobby.
“What, you thought we just waved?” Rupert retorted as he lined up his shot.
“That’s such a Slytherin thing to do. I can’t believe you’ve corrupted Lily so much, Ru.”
“Hey it was my idea!” Lily hissed as Rupert dropped his second acorn. They watched as it hit the shoulder of a passing Hufflepuff. As the boy looked up to find the offending tree, he walked straight into the boy in front of him. “Hey watch it!” The other Hufflepuff cried out.
“I should get double points for that.” Ru grinned.
“But you’re not.” Lily muttered, already lining up her next shot.
“So, can I try?” Margaret finally asked after Lily had scored a second hit.
“I don’t know, can she try?” Rupert asked Lily.
“She’ll have to use your nuts. You brought more.”
“Fine.” Rupert handed her an acorn. “Your turn.”
Margaret stood on the bridge looking down as people passed underneath. They were walking faster than she could line her nut up. She’d be just about ready to drop it but someone would step sideways and the whole group of students would shift out of range. “Hurry up!” Lily whispered. “They’re going to all be gone before you’ve dropped it.”
Margaret scowled and then threw the acorn at an older Slytherin that had been teasing the Gryffindor girls earlier that week. The acorn harmlessly bounced on the path just short of the Slytherin’s feet.
“That’s hard.” Margaret mumbled.
“Shh, move over.” Rupert nudged Margaret out of the way.
“Shh.” Lily pulled Margaret further off to the side as she watched Rupert pull the heaviest acorn out of his pocket. With a look of fierce concentration Rupert dropped the acorn.
“Ow! Would you stop that!” The haughty voice of Lucius Malfoy floated up to the bridge. “I swear if you touch my hair one more time…”
“It wasn’t me.” Rookie insisted. “Maybe it was an acorn?”
“Look around, you idiot, do you see an oak tree?” Lily and Rupert exchanged dubious grins as the voices disappeared down the trail. “Close one.” Rupert muttered.
“How many left?” Lily mouthed to Rupert. He snuck over to the other side of the bridge and looked up the trail.
“Just Black and Potter’s gang.” Rupert reported.
“Damn, you took too long, Margaret.” Lily pouted.
“Okay, grand finale, we dump what’s rest on those four.” Rupert passed a couple acorns over to Margaret. “Alright, on the count of three. One.” Rupert glanced back to make sure the Gryffindors were about to pass under the bridge. “Two… Three.”
A spray of acorns landed on Sirius’ head. “Ow!”
Lily had hit the deck, and Rupert tried to follow, but Margaret grabbed his shirt. As Sirius and his group looked up to see where all the acorns came from, Margaret threw herself at Rupert, kissing him as though her life depended on it.
Lily chuckled as she heard Peter Pettigrew making gagging noises. “Was it them?” Potter asked, looking at the small scattering of acorns that had gathered despite there being no oak tree around.
“I don’t think you can charm acorns and do that at the same time.” Sirius said, watching the scene on the bridge like a train wreck.
“Come on guys, let’s go.” Remus pulled Sirius away, knowing full well what was going on. He had heard Margaret and Lily plotting on how to make Sirius jealous, and he had to give them credit; it took a very brave and ingenious Gryffindor to be willing to use a Slytherin to get back at a fellow Gryff. He’d almost respect the girls if he hadn’t been hit by some of the bouncing acorns.
A minute later Lily stood up and brushed herself off. “They’re gone now. You can stop doing that.” It looked like Rupert was trying to back away, but Margaret still had her fingers entangled in his hair. “Um, Margaret? Time to let him up for air. Margaret? Oh for goodness sake.” Lily cuffed Margaret across the back of her head.
“Ow! What was that about?” Margaret said, finally taking a step back.
“They’re gone. You can quit trying to make Sirius jealous now.” Lily said, her voice colder than she had intended.
“Do you think it worked?” Margaret asked her friend.
“No, he probably just thinks you’re a tramp.” Lily stomped off the bridge.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Margaret asked Rupert, but he was already chasing after Lily.
“Hey Lils, is everything alright? I mean, we did get them good. I’d guess you scored three acorns on Black alone.”
“How bloody perfect. I scored three acorns on Black, while you scored on Margaret.”
“Whoa. Just a minute there.” Rupert grabbed Lily’s arm. “You’re not mad about that back there, are you? Because you shouldn’t be. You know that’s nothing.”
“Is it? It sure looked like something.”
“It was supposed to. You know we’re just trying to give people something to talk about; it’s not true.”
“Well than you should have stopped when I gave the all clear.”
“I tried to!”
“Sure you did.” Lily glared at him. “You’re such a boy!”
“Yes. Yes I am! And I don’t see why you’re getting into such a snit about this.”
“Of course you don’t.” Lily looked up to the heavens for some sort of divine intervention.
“Okay, look. I’ll just tell Margaret no more kissing. I don’t care. I just don’t want you to be mad at me, okay? We’ll just forget about this, go to the kitchens to get a basket, then have a picnic by the lake. Alright?”
“Fine.” Lily deflated.
“Great.” Rupert smiled.
“Do you even know why I’m mad?” Lily looked up at her friend, admiring how the sun caught the highlights in his wavy hair.
“Nope, but I’m okay with that, because I’m a male.” Rupert replied solemnly, only the twinkle in his eye letting her know he was kidding.
“Wow, your mother raised you well.” Lily smirked.
“Actually, it was Nana… well, more often the cook. After watching Cook go on about her fella while chopping carrots, well let’s just say I learned very quickly to accept that as a male, I must always be in the wrong.”
“You’re such a twit.” Lily teasingly punched Rupert on the arm.
“Yes, but you still like me.” Rupert glanced behind him. “The question is, do you also still like Margaret, or will she have to follow behind us like a miserable puppy for the rest of the afternoon.”
“I don’t know. She should know better.” Lily frowned.
“I know. She’s a girl and everything.” Rupert teased. “But, in her defense, perhaps she was just overcome with frustration at not being able to peg anything with a nut and was trying to overcompensate. After all, she threw like a girl.”
“I’m just saying.” Rupert held up his hands. The pair walked past the greenhouse.
“She really does throw like a girl.” Lily admitted, Rupert hearing the faint hints of guilt.
“Yes she does. She needs serious help. Of course, if you’re too caught up in your anger, she can practice by herself, but with her aim she’s likely to hit McGonagall with the nut when she’s aiming at me.”
“We wouldn’t want that to happen.”
“No, that would be tragic.”
“Fine, I’ll talk to her.” Lily turned around and went to speak to Margaret who had been following them about twenty paces back.
A minute later the pair of girls returned to Rupert. “Rupert, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to break up with you.” Margaret said, biting her lip with worry.
“I understand. It will be hard, but I think somehow, I’ll get over it.” Rupert said with a false sniff as he hugged Margaret. “And, there is at least one good thing that came out of our relationship.”
“Oh, what’s that?” Margaret asked.
“I think it’s safe to say at least one more person at school doesn’t think I’m a poof.”
“I know.” Lily sighed. “And I’m sure it’s breaking poor Peter’s heart.”
The pair halted their mock break-up to stare at Lily. “That is disturbing on so many levels I don’t even know where to begin.” Rupert finally said.
“I think we should begin in the kitchen. Do you think the house elves have any baskets ready?”
“Only one way to find out.”
“What sort of basket?” Margaret asked.
“A picnic basket of course. What other sort of basket would house elves make in the kitchen?” Rupert looked at her oddly as they headed inside.
“How should I know? I’m not a house elf.”
“Of course not. Even a house elf can throw an acorn.” Rupert teased.
“Boys.” Lily and Margaret rolled their eyes.
The trio fetched a picnic basket and made their way to the lake, walking quite a ways around to avoid the groups of first and second years also enjoying the good weather. “So, here’s to our fifth year.” Rupert raised his jug of pumpkin juice in a toast.
“To fifth year.” The girls echoed with their own cups of pumpkin juice. “May it be better than first year.” Margaret added, with a teasing wink at Lily.
“Why, what happened first year?” Rupert frowned.
“That’s right! We didn’t talk to any Slytherins first year.” Margaret’s grin widened.
“Oh no, don’t tell.” Lily blushed.
“What? It’s funny.”
“Please don’t tell.”
“Wait, you can’t start something like that and then not tell the story.” Rupert retorted.
“No, Lily doesn’t want me to tell.”
“Oh, Merlin, it was awful. I’d rather you not know.”
“How bad can it be?”
“It’s awful.” Margaret said with a few snickers.
“It can’t be any worse than my first year.”
“I doubt that. How about you tell me about your first year, and I’ll tell you about mine?”
“Fine. You go first.”
“Oh no you don’t.” Rupert insisted. “You started this.”
“Oh alright. You may as well get the food out, this will take awhile. And don’t think I’m not going to get back at you MacDuff.” Lily flashed a fiery glare at Margaret. “Alright, so as you know I’m a muggle-born. Not a witch or wizard anywhere on my family tree.”
“Right, so am I.” Rupert nodded, earning a funny look from Margaret.
“So, this owl shows up at my door with my Hogwarts letter, and my family has no idea what to do with it. I suppose in hindsight, it was actually pretty funny, my dad trying to coax an owl out the fireplace using peanut butter crackers. Speaking of…”
Rupert passed her the plate of crackers before she could finish the request. “Thanks, these are brilliant.” Lily grabbed a few off the plate then continued with her story. “So, about a month goes by, and we don’t hear from the owl, and we just assume it was all just some gag, and my parents are about to enroll me in public school when we get another owl. This time it’s got the list of supplies for first years. Of course my parents don’t know what anything is on the list and my mother doesn’t have time to go to London looking for some random alley way, so she decides we’re just going to improvise. Surprisingly, the little bookstore in our village was able to special order most of the books, but potions ingredients, that was lost cause.”
“You can order magic books at a muggle bookstore?” Margaret interrupted.
“Of course you can.” Rupert said, swallowing some pumpkin juice. “My father does it all the time. You just have to know the right kind of bookstore.”
“Ahem.” Lily cleared her throat. She hadn’t wanted to tell this story, but now that she had started, she didn’t want to be interrupted. “So my mother decides that we can just improvise with the potions ingredients to make do.”
“No, she didn’t!” Rupert smiled, guessing where this was going.
“Oh, but she did. The first day of class, I show up for potions lab, with a stainless steel pot, a plastic spatula, and a box of assorted kitchen spices. About the only thing I had right was the sea salt. We had gotten about four steps into the first potion, and my pot starts giving off this funny smell. I look around to see if everyone else’s cauldrons are foul smelling, but no one else notices a thing. Then I look down, to find that my plastic spatula has caught fire and is melting into my pot.”
“Oh dear Merlin, that was you?” Rupert couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “That’s hilarious.”
“No it’s not.”
“No wonder Jigger was cursing muggles that term.” Rupert smirked to himself. “That lab smelled like burnt plastic for weeks.”
“That wasn’t the only problem. Mum had gotten that spatula from some Tupperware party she had been to over in the US. Do you have any idea how expensive those things are over here?”
“Not a clue, but a wooden spoon would have been better for you.”
“Well now I know that, but back then I had no clue.”
“Evidently.” Rupert smirked.
“Yes, well, it landed me in the library for every potions class until my parents could send me the appropriate materials, which of course couldn’t happen until spring term. I swear I still haven’t caught up.”
“I still don’t see why they didn’t just owl you the materials.” Margaret threw in.
“Not only does my family not own an owl, without a witch present, they can’t find Diagon Alley. It’s just not right.” Lily scowled.
“Really? I had no idea it was so hard to be a muggle.” Margaret frowned in thought. “Did you have that sort of problem, Ru?”
“Who me? Not exactly.” Rupert shrugged, trying to decide whether he should help himself to another cracker or go for an apple. Indecision getting the best of him, he grabbed both out of the picnic basket.
“What does ‘not exactly’ mean?” Lily arched a brow at him.
“Well, Sev’s Gran took us shopping for our first year things, so I didn’t have to worry about bringing muggle supplies. Besides, Sev’s mother has all sorts of potion supplies at home, so if worse came to worse, I could just borrow something.”
“And yet you call yourself a muggle.” Margaret rolled her eyes.
“Well, at least I’m muggle enough to know how to use a phone, which is more than you could say this summer.” He shot back, taking a bite into the apple.
“Point.” Margaret nodded, fishing around in the picnic basket for the bowl of cheese she could have sworn she saw earlier.
“So what was your first year trauma?” Lily asked, eager to pin the embarrassment on someone else for awhile.
“Gah, what wasn’t my first year trauma? Can you imagine what it’s like being the first muggle-born in Slytherin in a gazillion years?”
“It must be horrible.” Margaret answered wryly as Lily observed. “It couldn’t have been a gazillion years. That’s just impossible.”
“There was a half-blood twenty years back or so, but I can’t even claim half-blood by their rules.”
“Your house can’t really keep track of stuff like that.” Lily scoffed.
“Lily, darling, you clearly do not understand the Slytherin mind.” Margaret rolled her eyes. “They take genealogy to new obsessive-compulsive heights.”
“Well, said.” Rupert pointed his half-eaten apple at Margaret. “And the MacDuffs are what, fifteen generations Gryffindor?”
“Twenty.” Margaret immediately snapped.
“I rest my point.” Rupert smirked.
“So what did the Slytherins do to you?”
“Well, not much after I hexed Rookie for trying to take my wallet, honestly, but they gave Sev an awful time of it. Of course there was that hex that changed everything I said to pig latin. Do you know how hard it is to say finite incantem in pig latin?”
“I’ve never tried.” Lily answered, “But I still say my first year was worse.”
“I had Malfoy trying to set fire to all my clothes he deemed too muggle.”
“Well, I had Binns take five points off of all my papers for turning them in on notebook paper.”
“He actually notices what he grades?” Rupert was surprised. “Still, that can’t beat being thrown into the middle of the Snape-Black family feud with no warning.”
“Hey! The Snape-MacDuff feud has been going on for considerably more generations than the Snape-Black feud.” Margert interrupted.
“Of course, technically, Black hasn’t declared feud on Snape, yet.” Rupert rolled his eyes. “The point is, Sirius and Severus knew a ridiculous number of hexes before we even got here, and I got caught in the cross-fire more often than not. It was completely unfair for a muggle like myself to be thrown into that.”
“I had no idea it was so tought being a muggle-born.”
“Yes, well, now we even have wizards attacking us in muggle London. There are just no breaks for us.” Rupert muttered, taking another bite of his apple.
“What? What do you mean, wizards attacking us in muggle London?” Lily frowned.
“Oh really, Lily, surely you’ve read the news.”
“It’s all over the Daily Prophet.” Margaret answered.
“But that paper reports such trash it can hardly be called news. I gave up on it by my second year.”
“Well, sometime the reporting is a bit wanting.” Margaret hedged.
“Wanting? It makes the Greater Hangleton Gazette seem Pulitzer-worthy.”
“We all know the Daily Prophet is weak, at best, but I’m afraid it’s got that story right at least.” Rupert sighed.
“There were a bunch of squib deaths that the muggles couldn’t solve. Some aurors got involved and found that they had been murdered by a wizard.”
“When you say a bunch, are we talking three, four?” Lily looked at her crackers, not quite sure she could keep eating.
“I don’t know.” Margaret finally found the dish of cheese and pulled it out.
“I the the total is up to twenty now, but there are probably a few cases that have been missed.” Rupert answered, his face looking much older than Lily had ever seen it. “The Ministry of Magic isn’t exactly doing much to prevent more cases from occurring either.”
“Are the murderers going after just squibs, or other wizards?”
“I don’t know.” Rupert lied. His father’s last report had indicated that there were a few families of muggle-borns, and muggle sympathizers targeted as well, but there was no point worrying Lily.
“That’s just so wrong. Wizards are so stupid sometimes.” Lily paled, guessing that Rupert was hiding something because he knew she wouldn’t want to hear it.
“It’s not all wizards. Just a few bad ones.” Rupert answered. “There are bad muggles too.”
“I bet they’re all Slytherins.” Margaret commented. Rupert glared at her. “What? Slytherins are evil… present company excepted of course.”
Before Rupert could defend his house, Lily cut in. “Can we just discuss something else?”
“Alright. How about the potions exam coming up? I’ll need another year of studying before I’m ready for that one.” Rupert offered a change. Lily picked up a piece of cheese from Margaret’s bowl and tossed it at Rupert’s head. “Hey what’s that about?” Rupert frowned, picking the cube of chedder off his shirt and popping it into his mouth.
“She tells you she hates potions, and the first thing you bring up is potions. You really are a twit sometimes.” Margaret spoke for Lily.
“You mean you still hate potions? I thought that was just first year.”
“I know, how about we talk about how we’re going to get Sirius Black?” Lily cut him off.
“You think I should just just wrestle him down to the ground to get his attention?” Margaret sighed dreamily, staring off into the lake.
“That’s a brilliant idea.” Rupert smiled. “And while you’re holding him down, Lily and I can cast a few good hexes. I know this one that makes someone sprout feathers for an hour.”
“That would be awful!” Margaret cried.
“No,” Lily grinned. “That would be brilliant.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you two.” Margaret moaned.