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*because I couldn\'t resist taking a peek in to see what the twins and Professer Snape are up to. Note, when the twins call him \"Perfessor\" it isn\'t a typo, but their attempt to annoy him. Like they need to try!! :D *

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SNAPE: What are you doing?

FRED: Exactly what you told me to do...stirring the caldron with my wand.

SNAPE: You idiot! What I meant was; use your wand to make the cauldron stir!!

GEORGE: You might have said so.

SNAPE: I did \' said so\'. You just weren\'t listening properly and now this batch is probably ruined too.

FRED: Oh, I don\'t think it is...

SNAPE: That is what you said about the last batch!

GEORGE: No actually , I said it.

FRED; Besides it wasn\'t ruined, it just wasn\'t right.

SNAPE; Well maybe if you two dunces could recall the exact method you utilized before.

FRED; It\'s your fault.

SNAPE: My fault?

FRED: Yes you make me nervous, you over dressed vampire.

SNAPE: This will be the seventh failure.

FRED: The last batch was not a failure. It made lovely bath essence.

SNAPE: Bath Essence! Pshaw! I am not wasting my time to make bath essence! I am not a boutique.

GEORGE: I am not a boo-tique.

SNAPE: Are you mocking me?!

FRED: Of course not...but George was?

SNAPE: I ought to murder you both.No one would miss you, and I think I could make it quite painf-

FRED: Umm...sir, that is a warm cheerful thought...but what is that smell?

SNAPE: I don\'t smell anyth-

GEORGE: *sniff* That smells like burnt slugs.

SNAPE: The potion is burning, move out of my way, dimwit!

FRED: You could say excuse me, wanker. Hey! That\'s it!

GEORGE: What\'s that Fred?

FRED: A chord of remembrance...

GEORGE: Of course, I had almost forgotten.

FRED: Professor Snape...?

SNAPE: Not now!

FRED: Oh, but I believe this is important.

SNAPE: What you possibly say that is important?

GEORGE: Scorched slug powder.

SNAPE: What?

FRED: Yes...we used scorched slug powder...two pinches exactly.

SNAPE: You remember it now?

GEORGE: Better late than never.

FRED: Yes...I believe that was the missing ingredient.

GEORGE: Yes, definitely...

SNAPE: Well, then go find some!!

FRED: Well, this is getting exciting isn\'t it?

SNAPE: Fascinating.

FRED: Is that sarcasm I detect?

SNAPE: Among so many other things, Mr. Weasley.

FRED: Now, now...you are supposed to be civil.

SNAPE: This is a civil as you get me,. Where is Fred with that powder?

FRED: George, I\'m Fred.

SNAPE: Pleased to meet you but I am Snape.

FRED: Was that a joke! Congratulations!

SNAPE: Are you still stirring that cauldron?

FRED: Yes.

SNAPE: You are still doing it wrong. Now we\'ll have to pour it out and start over.\"

FRED: Don\'t think so.

SNAPE: Since when have you ever been in the habit of thinking.

FRED: Since this morning, honest. You see, when we made the other batch...

SNAPE: You mean tampered with my batch.

FRED: Same mistake...anyhow, we stirred the cauldron this way.

SNAPE: Why may I ask did you do that?

FRED: I can\'t quite recall at the moment. we were fairly pissed. *snaps fingers* By Jove that\'s it!!

SNAPE: What is \'it \' now?

FRED: We poured in a half a cup of pure firewhiskey, to give it a kick.

SNAPE: That couldn\'t of been what turned it pink though.

FRED: Nooo...I think that is what gave him the giggles...and nearly beat him to death from the inside.

SNAPE: Too bad it didn\'t succeed.

FRED: What\'s that?

SNAPE: Never mind. What we need to know is what tuned it pink, so we can conscientiously avoid it.

FRED: That might have been the roses.

SNAPE: Roses? How inebriated were you, exactly?

FRED: It was an ugly sight.

SNAPE: You always are.

FRED: Thank you, darling.

SNAPE: So what type of roses are we speaking of?

GEORGE: Chocolate covered ones.

SNAPE: Oh, so you\'ve returned.

GEORGE: Did you miss me dear?

FRED: He has been pining every since you left.

GEORGE: Probably the fumes from that brew.

NAPES: WHAT chocolate roses...?

FRED: They are a specialty of ours. They look like REAL roses, but if you put them in your mouth, they turn to chocolate.

SNAPE: Wonderful, so now we have to have the exact fire-whiskey and the exact flowers so we can break them down and determine what exactly it was that held the lycanthropy in check.

GEORGE: *groan* that is a lot of variables.

SNAPE: Can you assure me that this is all that got put in the potion? One of you didn\'t sneeze in it or maybe vomit?

GEORGE: We Weasley\'s can hold our liquor better than that!

FRD: Absolutely. And I am positive that this is everything.

SNAPE: Oh yes...that reassures me immensely.

FRED: Well, you\'ll just have to trust us.

SNAPE: That will be a cold day in hell...

GEORGE: It seems like it would be easier if he just turned pink.

FRED: Yeah...I thought girls liked pink. If it\'s all true, then she won\'t mind a bit!

GEORGE: Oh...but I don\'t think Snapey has heard.

FRED: Heard what George?

GEORGE: Oh..the news...you know.

FFRED: Oh yes...well, best not to tell him.

SNAPE: Tell me what?

GEORGE: No, it\'s too upsetting.\'

FRED: Tragic actually.

SNAPE: So is having all of the protruding parts of your antaomy blasted off.

FRED: Temper temper. Well, if you must know...

GEORGE: Hermione and Lupin have...

FRED: You know...

GEORGE: Gotten together...

FRED: In every sense of the word, if you now what I mean.

SNAPE: I am not that obtuse. And who won the gold?

FRED: No one yet. It was exactly between two dates, so he everyone is scheduling new days. The new bet is when they will publicly announce it.

SNAPE: They already would have, if you freckled toads hadn\'t tampered with my potion.

FRED: Yes well we feel awfully bad about that, old man.

GEORGE: That we do.

FED: After all...you didn\'t win the pool, you didn\'t get your chance at revenge, and you didn\'t get the girl you were sweet on.

SNAPE: I WAS NOT Sw-

FRED: Calm yourself PERFESSOR. We understand completely, in fact... we have an idea to help you. Get your revenge that is...

GEORGE: That\'s right... because we like you.

FRED: Why we almost love you.

SNAPE: Terrific.

GEORGE: So wouldn\'t it be just a little bit of a good thing if we...*whisper whisper*

FRED: Yes, but it would be just once, and then the *whisper whisper...*

GEORGE: So what do you think Perfessor?

SNAPE: I don\'t...now, add that slug powder.

But he did think about it. And the more he thunk about it, the more amusing it seemed. Surely there would be a lecture from Dumbledore later, but it would worth it, for just one attempt to humiliate one of the ex marauders. In fact it might quite possibly be the best moment of his life. After all, he was still very sore about losing that gold...his chance to make them all squirm. And leave it to a Gryffindor to worm his way around and fall in love without any potion at all. what a prat.

Yes...he would actually rather enjoy just a little bit of discomfort on his old nemesis\' behalf...

He would have to share the glory with the weasel twins...but he was beginning to think that might not be such a bad thing after all....

Not at all...

\" Mr.\'s Weasley there is only small problem with your plan.It is too simple. What it also needs is......*whisper, whisper*...?

\" Brilliant!\"

\" I love the way you\'ve come around to our way of thinking.\"

\" That\'s right...your not so bad at all.\"

And they put their heads together to begin their plan.