I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

[alt_gredforge]

So, Perks....

We suppose there's no delicate way to inquire whether that little hex we passed along to you is working. Pity...it's not the sort of thing a chap admits to his dormitory mates.

You did cast it, didn't you?

Well, we'll all simply have to gloat to ourselves in private.

Comments

[alt_neville]

'like this'? Like what? Exactly what did you do to him?

[alt_gredforge]

Oh, Neville. Neville, Neville, Neville. Use your imagination.

Better yet, don't. Keep your innocence as long as you can.

[alt_ron]

Wait.

You know who she hexed?

[alt_neville]

No idea.

[alt_sally_anne]

Look.

He tried to grab my tit, okay? Actually he DID grab me, and he'd been 'accidentally' touching me for weeks and weeks.

So I hexed him so every time he tries to wank his hands turn to rubber. It'll wear off eventually. Or he can go to Madam Pomfrey and ask her to fix it, if he gets impatient. I probably won't cast it a second time. Unless he touches me again.

[alt_ron]

WOT?

WHO did that?

[alt_sally_anne]

You don't need to hex him, I already hexed him!

[alt_neville]

Oh, I...

I'm sorry. Real sorry.

[alt_lee]

But what a fiendishly good way to get back at him.

[alt_pansy]

Slytherin, remember?

We do fiendish quite well.

[alt_ron]

Heh.