𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 [𝙿𝙹𝙾 𝚡 𝙷𝙿] (𝟷)

5

THE FINE ART OF BULLSHIT

"I love that title," Nico snickered.

"Nico, you're not supposed to encourage this kind of behavior," Annabeth admonished, though a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta appreciate the honesty," Harry chimed in, shrugging.

"Besides," (Name) added, "if there's one thing we've all learned, it's that bullshitting can sometimes save your life."

"Yeah, like when you convinced the Empousa's you were a goddess of sarcasm," Percy laughed, nudging her playfully.

"And you're the god of dumb luck," (Name) jested back, earning a round of laughter.

Hermione, shaking her head with a bemused smile, remarked, "Well, I suppose there's an art to everything, even... this."

"Definitely," Ginny agreed, grinning. "Remember when George convinced Snape that his cauldron had a mind of its own?"

"Hey, that was classic!" George protested, his face lighting up at the memory. "And Snape's face was priceless."

Snape, observing from the sidelines, gaped at the future generations in offense. The Prewett twins were already imagining what their nephew did and burst into laughter.

Even some of the Slytherins were snickering at what George had said.

Sirius chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Sounds like we missed some interesting times at Hogwarts."

James and Remus nodded in agreement. "You have no idea," Remus said.

"James, you were the king of bullshit at Hogwarts," Sirius added, laughing. "Remember when you convinced Minnie that you were the reincarnation of Merlin?"

McGonagall shook her head at James, remembering what he did. The Potter patriarch and matriarch gaped at their son in shock. Some of the professors were looking at their colleague to reconfirm what Sirius had said which was indeed true since she nodded reluctantly.

"Hey, I almost had her," James replied with a wink, earning groans and laughter from the group.

"So, what's the craziest bullshit story you guys have pulled off?" Remus asked the future generations, leaning in with interest.

"Oh, you have no idea," Ron said, shaking his head. "Fred and George could give anyone a run for their money in the fine art of bullshit."

The group laughed, the tension of recent events momentarily forgotten. Despite the gravity of their situation from the previous chapter, these moments of levity and camaraderie were what kept them grounded.