Why Fred and George Will Never Eavesdrop Again ...
Why Hermione Always Knocks ... Loudly.
Why Hermione Always Knocks … loudly.
“Nobody move!”
“Nonsense, by all means, move.” The sexy voice drawled from inside the drawing room.”
Wolf whistles, cat calls and hooting? I swear I hear Snape hooting? Hermione thought as she raised her hand to knock on the closed door to the sitting room of Grimmauld Place, having decided to put an end to all the boys’ nonsense once and for all. Her Gryffindor bravery overrode her common sense and she shoved the door open quite rudely to find the three adults pretending to be cowboys, using their fingers for guns, a pirated DVD player in the background with Tombstone playing.
The four people stood staring at each other in absolute horror for a few seconds before the bushy-haired girl turned tail and ran, leaving three embarrassed grown ups to stare at each other, shrug, then return their attention to the movie.
“What’s the next movie you got there, Remus?” Sirius inquired reaching for a handful of greasy buttered popcorn.
“Merlin,” Remus answered.
“MERLIN!” Snape shouted.
“Yep, a muggle’s take on the Great Merlin himself.” Remus answered.
“Well this should be interesting.” Sirius commented, settling into the well-worn couch for the show.
"What's a huckleberry, Remus?" Sirius asked.
"I have no idea. Do you know Snape? Is it some kind of potions ingredient?"
"Not that I am aware of."
Snape pondered aloud, completely engrossed in the film."What are those single curse wands they are using?"
"Guns, Snape, guns. You can remember how to brew Wolfsbane without looking, but you can't remember those things are guns?" Sirius teased the potions master with a shake of his shaggy head.
"I'm your huckleberry, Black," the potions master crooned with a low rumble. Remus snorted, eying the man over his friend.
"I'm your huckleberry, Snape," Remus growled.
All right already, I need a bunny swatter. They’re killing me!