"This is all your fault, Padfoot!"
"Are you seriously-"
"Don't you mean siriusly-"
"NO THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT YOU LITTLE-"
"Ahem."
The two boys instantly paused their heated argument, looking over to the frosty Hufflepuff who had just came to. As she calmly got up from the ground and dusted herself, the two boys wore identical expressions of horror.
"W-wait, I swear on the redness of Evan's very nice hair, it is all that moron's fault-" The lanky boy with incredibly messy hair was rudely cut off by his scandalized partner.
"Excuse me, James Fleamont Potter! You were the one who suggested the dungbombs first! Stop making me your scapegoat!"
"I SEE YOU HAVE CHOSEN DEATH-"
"OKAY, OKAY, SHUT UP!" Luette snapped, her head still aching from earlier. The boys instantly went silent, eyeing her warily. "That was really dangerous, you know."
They nodded in unison, reminding Luette of sad puppies. She softened a little, but was still very annoyed about this prank gone wrong. "You'd better thank your lucky stars you're both cute," She said threateningly.
"Sorry," James apologized sincerely, then nudged the other boy in the ribs. "You apologise too, Sirius!"
Sirius looked rather sullen, but muttered a short apology as well. Luette couldn't help the small smile that made it's way across her face. "I guess I'll get back to you soon enough," she said with a mysterious air, then left to find that so-called best friend of hers.
James's gaze followed the girl as she walked away. The moment she was out of sight, he whipped around to face his friend, grinning. "Told ya, Hufflepuffs are real nice!"
Sirius crossed his arms with a disgruntled expression. "Get your ears checked, Prongs! Lysander said 'I guess I'll get back to you soon enough', not 'I forgive you for nearly murdering me'!"
The bespectacled boy looked simply crestfallen. "Merlin, she's probably ratting to Minnie at this very second, isn't she? Lily already hates me enough as it is!"
Sirius patted the downcast boy's back sympathetically. James had confided to his most trusted companion about his obvious crush on the redhead, but Sirius couldn't help but feel bad. He wasn't one for negativity, but even the dumbest troll could tell that the infatuation was extremely one-sided. The chances of Jily happening was as small as, well, Petey's stick. And that was really saying something.
"I still don't think she hates you, bro."
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dungbombs and dances (s.b)
FanfictionLuette honestly just wants some peace, now that she's finally gotten some fresh air from her hectic household. Quite unfortunately, it seems like Merlin has got other plans. The tired girl is only too grateful for the ever-loyal company of her best...
