| ||Rating: Mature||Story Reviews: 72|
Characters: Fred, Neville, James (II), OC, OtherCanon
Genre(s): Humor, Action/Adventure, Young Adult
Era: Next Generation
Pairings: James/OC, Other Pairing
Status: Work In Progress|
First Published: 2015.07.28
Last Published Chapter: 2017.09.29
Last Updated: 2017.09.29
Favorite Story Of: 29 users
| ||Advisory: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme|
Fred Weasley is at that point in his life where he’s young enough to know he can, old enough to know he shouldn’t, and stupid enough to do it anyway.
"It can't be that hard to distill firewhisky in the dungeons. Surely?"
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“I don’t have any master plans, Maria. Go ahead. Frisk me.” He leaned closer, “You know you want to.”
“After that, it’s every man for himself.”
“Don’t mind Lucy, Croaker,” Toby said. “She’s a goblet half empty kind of girl.”
“Regardless of what’s behind that door, you’re going to open it, aren’t you?”
“Fred Weasley,” Nick shook his head, grinning. “You are officially the craziest genius I know.”
“We have a plan.” James said.
“Oh, can’t you do it?” Fred moaned, “You know what the steam does to the state of my hair!”
Fred pushed the trolley whilst James and Toby pulled bottles from the shelves; Fred thinking slyly to himself: nothing says ‘I mean business’ like using a trolley in a liquor shop.
“You’re very sexy when you’re angry, Tobias Jordan.”
“They’re Slytherins. And they’re boys. This is the epitome of Slytherin Boy behaviour.”
“Don’t make me get out my wand.”
“Anything else I should know?”
“Raise your hand if you are hungover.”
“I’m under extreme duress! I could go into shock at any moment. Be prepared to sweep me off my feet. I may even require mouth to mouth resuscitation—”
“Face your fears!”
"They made the Calming Draught because the Draught of Peace contains powdered unicorn horn which lights up an illegal-drug test like a christmas tree.”
“Pink really doesn’t suit you.”
With one eye on the door, Nick did what every Slytherin with access to a teacher’s office would do. He pulled a tube of permanent sticking potion out of his pocket and glued her coffee mugs to her desk and coated the handles for good measure.
“It’s illegitimate,” He bopped her nose. “It’s not illegal.”
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