Anxiety [hp]

- 2.11

[Hermione, wearing a Slytherin robe, hovers over a smoking cauldron. Harry and Ron enter.]

Hermione: Did you get it? [Harry and Ron hold up their hands. In each: a tuft of hair. Hermione points to a pair of Slytherin robes.] I sneaked those out of the laundry. [Harry and Ron nod, glance at the cauldron. The potion resembles a thick, dark, bubbling mud.] I'm sure I've done everything right. It looks like the book said it should. Once we've drunk it, we'll have exactly one hour before we change back into ourselves.

Ron: Now what?

Hermione: We separate it into three glasses
and add the hairs.

"Where are you two?" Sirius asked the duo.

[Avery and Jasper run into the lavatory, panting and catching their breath. The trio turns to them confused waiting for an explanation.]

"Oh, Nevermind." Sirius muttered.

Avery: [huffs] That's the last time I pull a prank with you and the twins when you guys don't have an escape plan.

Jasper: [pants then shrugs] You missed the last two meetings so we winged an escape plan.

"You guys have meetings about your pranks too?" Peter gleamed.

Fred nodded, "It's crucial to the pranking process."

"Extremely crucial! You have to plan the prank, the escape, and the excuse." George added.

"I come up with the escape plans." Avery raised her hand proudly.

"And I come up with our excuses and alibis." Jasper smirked, as he high-fived his godsister.

Avery: [rolls her eyes, mutters] Bloody imbeciles. [walks to the trio and look in the cauldron] Looks good, Mione. You guys ready?

[Harry and Ron grimace, while Hermione nods hesitantly. The potion was being poured into three glasses. The camera pulls back. Harry and Ron have changed into Slytherin robes. All three raise their glasses and drop the hairs, as Avery and Jasper watch intrigued. The potion turns shades of yellow, brown, and khaki.]

Ron: Ugh. Essence of Crabbe... [they nod then drink. Ron swallows grimly, doubles over.] Think I'm gonna be sick...

[He runs into a stall. Harry looks sick, steps to a cracked mirror. Hermione pauses. Looks worried. Something's wrong...]

"Uh oh, something went wrong." Barty muttered.

"Obviously." Sirius deadpanned.

[Inside the stall: Ron bends over the toilet, watches his reflection morph into Crabbe. In the cracked mirror: Harry watches his face contort into the thick features of Goyle.]

Avery: [eyes widening, pointing at Hermione's arm] Um, Mione?

[Hermione looks at her arm. Patches of fur begin to spread across her wrist and hand. Terrified, she runs into a stall. Ron emerges from his stall, a dead ringer for Crabbe.]

Ron: Harry?

Harry: Ron?

"Whoa!" A Hufflepuff shot out in shock.

Avery: [turns around facing the boys] Damn it, I was so focused on Hermione I don't know who is who.

Jasper: [smirks] Which ever one flirts with you first is Harriet.