Of Deer and Flowers

Chapter Eighteen

Snivillus

October 13,

Dear Jane,

Dumbledore's Halloween party this year is rumored to be the best ever . . .

"Happy Halloween!" Sirius yelled as he pulled a cracker with Peter. He immediately put on the banana yellow hat allowing Peter to keep the chessboard.

"Now all we need is for James to finish the raid on the Slytherin laundry," Remus said.

"I still don't see why we couldn't help him."

"Peter, how dense can you get? If the three of us are seen here making a racket, then James has an alibi."

"But don't we have to be making a racket then?" Peter asked.

"Good point . . ." Sirius stood up and yelled at the top of his lungs at a figure across the room. "Hey Regulus tried the pie yet?" With that he hurled a rather large whipped cream covered Pumpkin Cobbler through the air. Regulus however ducked, and the entire thing splattered across Severus Snape's robes.

"What'd you do that for Black?" Snape said as he swept around the tables to stand in front of Sirius.

"If you must know I was aiming for . . ."

"Spare me your lies, Black!"

"Alright then." Sirius put on an insolate grin. "I threw it at you because your nothing more than a sniveling little weasel . . .Hey maybe that's what your name should be! Snivillus!" Out of the corner of his eye Sirius noticed James sneaking back into the great Hall

"What is going on here!"

"Oh Professor--" Snape smirked as Professor Hawk walked up to them "--Mr. Black just threw a pie at me, and I was only asking his reasons."

"I was aiming for my sneaking worm of a brother."

"Detention! For throwing food at another student."

"A pleasure, sir!"

"And five points for your cheek!" Sirius only grinned and sat back down to talk with James, who hurriedly launched into an explanation on what exactly he'd done with the Slytherin Laundry.

Some fifteen minutes later there was a shriek and the entire school leapt up and filed into the Entrance hall to see what the commotion was. There hanging a foot or two below the ceiling was the entire contents of the Slytherin Laundry. Various articles had numbers attached and on the far wall was a poster reading:

Guess the owner

To enter simply write which article of clothing

you believe belongs to which Slytherin.

Write your answers on a bit of Parchment,

and slip them into the box below

with your name and house at the top. All winners

Will receive a box of Chocolate frogs courtesy of . . .

Well wouldn't you like to know?

Some five paces behind them Lily Evan's voice could be heard saying, "Oh, how awful!"

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"Oh that was priceless!" Sirius crowed, coming into the dorm. "Did you see the look on McGonagall's Face!"

" And she can't even find a way to pin it on us!" Peter cheered gleefully.

"Un huh," James muttered plopping down on his bed.

"Jamie boy, what's wrong?" Sirius asked.

"I don't think Lily was too impressed . . .Wait . . .did you just call me Jamie?"

"Evans? But why would . . ."

"Sirius use your head!" Remus smirked as he flopped onto his own bed.

"Use my . . .Ooooohhhhh . . . Jamie likes Evans. Jamie likes Evans."

"Lily and James sitting in a tree," Peter piped up, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

"Poor James's heart just has to howl with love," Remus added evilly. "Owowowowooooooo."

"Sod off Wolf Boy!" James grumbled throwing a pillow at him.

"First comes love. Then comes marriage." Sirius had now joined in with Peter's chant. "Then comes Jamie jr. in the baby carriage."

"MY NAME IS NOT JAMIE!" James pulled the curtains of his four-poster shut completely oblivious to the fact that Sirius had collapsed on the floor laughing.