Why Fred and George Will Never Eavesdrop Again ...
Why Dumbledore and McGonagall Block the Floo Connection ... Always
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Okay, so I cheated a little and embellished a little part of “Party.” Hope y’all at least get a smile, or a huge groan with a how could she? LOL
Why Dumbledore and McGonagall Block the Floo Connection in His Private Quarters … Always
“So you two, how goes the mugglefication project?” Tonks asked off-handedly as she salvaged the last ho-ho from her cousin’s clutches.
“Loads of fun.” Sirius chuckled with his mouth full. “You should watch the Pensieve and see what we did with the other phone-cell-thingy.”
“Remus …” Tonks called his name warningly, her violet eyes looking on his amber ones. “What did you do with my cell phone?”
Lupin started laughing, inhaling tiny bits of chocolate, and choked, his face turning red. Sirus whooped and thumped him on the back. “He planted it …” Black roared, “so Fenrir would find it and take it …” he gasped for air, finally spitting out the rest of the sentence, “to Voldemort.”
“The ever-fucking Darkest Wizard ever known has my cell phone!” Tonks shrieked in outrage.
“Mmmm hmmmm.” Lupin mumbled, nodding, trying his best for woebegone puppy dog eyes.
“What did he do to my brand new picture phone, Remus?” She asked in an insanely calm voice.
“You’d better watch the pensieve.” Sirius told her.
The pink-haired auror cautiously dipped one finger into the pensieve, losing herself in Snape’s memory. When she finally broke free, her eyes had darkened to near black.
“You changed my ring tone to the Barney song.” She said flatly.
Lupin, wisely, was afraid, very afraid of how calm she was behaving, and merely nodded, preparing to flee.
“You changed my ring tone to the Barney song!” She shouted, leaping over the table, smashing the poor last ho-ho into his face.
“Tonks! Quit that! It’s obscene …” Sirius shouted. Fred and George tripped over each other’s feet beating their hasty retreat from the kitchen door. “To waste good food like that.”
Tonks whirled to advance on her cousin, hands covered in dead ho-ho remains.
“Ahhhhh … keep your hands to yourself girlie!” He shouted trying to outflank her around the table.”
Molly and Arthur executed a perfect tandem about face, deciding discretion was definitely the better part of valor.
“The best part of the whole deal is that your cousin there …” Lupin paused to wipe chocolate and cream from his face, “Has been sending text messages to HeWhoMustHaveNoIdea from Albus Dumbledore.”
“Whaaaaaat?” Tonks surrendered at this point, just sinking into the closest chair.
“The worst part is that I think we got Snivelly in trouble.” Sirius added shamefully.
“Bloody hell, you wankers, he could be trying to kill Snape!” Tonks hollered in outrage, heading straight for the fireplace and the jar of floo powder. “Albus Dumbledore’s rooms!” She shouted.
As she poked her head through the floo connection, she didn’t wait to be seen simply hollered as soon as possible, “Professor Dumbledore! Lupin and Sirius got Severus summoned. I think …” As the rooms came into focus, Tonks’ jaw hit the floor. “Professor?” She called out hesitantly. “I’ll, ah, yeah, I’ll ah wait here at Grimmauld Place for you …”
“Great Merlin’s hairy balls, Albus! You didn’t block the floo … again.” Minerva chided him from her position of repose. “My apologies, my dear.” Albus offered as he shimmied out of his grass skirt and coconut bra, rummaging around on the floor with his bare arse waving in the air as he looked for his misplaced robes.
“Nimue’s ice cold nipples.” Tonks cursed, falling backwards on her backside, face ashy white under her frothy pink hair.