chapter 52

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I don't quite know what to make of the scene upon which I've just walked in on. Sirius is holding a large brick along with a pair of scissors while James is clasping a small glass phial. I spare a quick thought to where on earth Sirius could've possibly procured a whole brick but don't bother commenting on it as I'd rather find out what the bloody hell these two prats could've possibly come up with.

"What is going on in here?" I gesture pointedly between the two of them.

"Why, our plan to get Dumbledore's hair of course." James tells me as if it's the most obvious answer in the world before he goes back to packing up his things for the execution.

"Oh naturally." I grin with a roll of my eyes. "Well, what's the plan then?"

"We're knocking him out." Sirius smirks smartly.

It takes me a while to fully comprehend his statement and I feel my jaw falling slack as all thoughts drain from my head. "You cannot do that, you daft dimbos!" I snatch the brick away from Sirius' idiotic hands and pack it safely in the front pocket of my jumper. "Sirius, darling, love, imbecile," I start in an overly sweet voice. "when I mentioned wanting to smack Professor Binns with a brick, I hadn't meant it literally!"

James stubbornly crosses his arms over his chest and stares me down with a look of annoyance worn proudly on his face. "I quite fancied the brick idea, thank you very much."

"How do you suppose we're to get his hair then if you're so clever?" Sirius asks, mimicking James' movements by crossing his own arms over his chest and spreading his feet further apart.

"Say we..." I trail off seeing as I haven't any other ideas. "Remus?" I urge the boy, desperate for any sort of help.

"Summoning charm?" He suggests distantly.

I think it over for a while, speaking my mind as I do. "That's risky because shall we summon Dumbledore's hair...he might come flying over to us too. He is attached to his hair after all. Then again if not, we might render the man entirely bald. And Merlin knows which of Dumbledore's body hair our magic will think we mean should it actually work out in our favour..."

"Okay – gross!" James cuts me off in disgust.

"We were all thinking it!" I retort.

"No!" Sirius shakes his head, grimacing. "No one was thinking that!"

*

"It's good to see you again, Professor! Is that a new cloak? It suits you quite nicely." I smile pleasantly at Dumbledore from my seat before his desk. "If you will, please assess and explain my punishment."

"Ms Holland," The man smiles at me in sheer amusement, clasping his hands together in front of him. "I don't see any reason for me to penalize you at all. In fact, you are the one that turned yourself in. I'm not even sure what for."

"Running in the halls, sir." I wink at him.

"Ah." His blue eyes glimmer behind his half-moon spectacles. "A highly crucial matter indeed but I'm afraid I'll only be sending you off with a warning this time." He pauses and eyes Peter for a moment before returning his gaze to me. "Is there any particular reason you brought Mr Pettigrew along with you?"

"He wanted to tag along." I shake a hand at him dismissively. "Well, thanks a lot for your time." I stand up on my tip-toes and shove my arm towards him, waiting to shake his hand. He catches onto my intentions quickly and moves his hand towards mine.

Just as they're about to meet however, I swerve and pull out a significant lock of his white beard hair. He gives out a quiet yelp and I immediately pocket the hair.

I put on a mock look of surprise. "Oh! I am so sorry! My hand sometimes does that – here look!" I take a step backwards to where Peter stands and reach out to pull out some of his hair. "See?" I shrug my shoulders with a small smile.

Dumbledore recovers rapidly and glances between the two of us in both concern and amusement when Peter starts crying softly and rubbing at his tender head. "Anywho haha! I may have to take him to the Hospital Wing. Thank you again and good day." I curtsy awkwardly and turn on my heel to walk out of the room, dragging Peter out behind me.

On the way down I nudge Peter. "C'mon Pete, stop crying."

He sniffles, wiping at the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. "You're still taking me to the Hospital Wing, right?"

"No, silly, that was just a cover." I gently pat the boy on the back. "I just had to get us out of his office now that we've got what we needed." Peter groans but continues to follow close behind.

Retelling the events of the afternoon to James, Sirius and Remus causes them to fall into a pit of hysterical laughter. James and Sirius are holding onto each other just to stay upright and Remus has to clutch his stomach to keep it from hurting too much.

"I'd say we're fully prepped for tomorrow morning." I inform them proudly.

"I'd say so." James wiggles his bushy brows. "This is going to be one to remember."

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