TR Group 5

[miss.kara]

Group Five!!!!

SEVERUS
JAMES
RODERICK

GO!!

[james t. potter]

James Potter's favorite time of day was that quiet bit of the evening after the great hall had cleared from dinner and everyone was finishing up their evening before curfew. There was a profound lull that went over the castle as if everyone was now too full and sleepy to be running down halls or causing too much trouble. The main goal for most students was chat with a few friends, finish up a bit of course work, and then retire to the common rooms. If they hadn't already. Then it was nearly time for bed, at which time they could snooze away until morning when they'd do it all over once more. However, this was hardly James' perception of an ideal evening.

No doubt James would much prefer the company of his female love interest. Well... He thought of her that way. She was still not aware of the fact that they were very much in love.. But James was certain of it in his unyeildingly delusional mind. Yes, he'd much rather spend the last bits of his day looking over scrolls of parchment that he most likely wasn't actually looking at, but that was for the future. He had exactly fourty-five minutes until his evening would be thrown out as slop.

Slipping away from the crowd for a bit he headed down stairs. He didn't want to share his secret with the other boys. It was his only alone time. James was sure they all thought he was running off for a wank...Hell he should have been, but he was not. James was partaking in another sin. Gluttony. Jogging down the steps toward the dungeons he rounded the corner on a corridor at the other side of the stairs, having vaulted over the rails in his utter excitement. James was one of those obnoxious idiots who whistled smugly as he sauntered down the hall to the portrait of a fruit bowl. Giving the pear a little tickle and giggling along with it like a prat, he entered the high ceilinged kitchen and drummed on a copper pot with his knuckles.

A house elf waved him over to a long table that sat directly below where the Gryffindor table sat just on the other side of the ceiling. "Hiya Hodgepodge!! Just in time eh??" That was not the house elf's name, and James received a quarked eye brow as the house elf turned away. How he was getting away with this he'd never know but he wasn't going to complain. In the corner sat a stack of goods all packaged up in burlap sacks. It must have been flower. They ate a lot of baked goods. Taking up a tray of fried chicken and a large mug of pumpkin juice, James Potter made a happy seat for himself atop the flour sacks and to his unpleasant surprise found they were shifty sacks of lima beans. Never the less he shifted his arse end around and perched in the disgusting veggies.

Word Count: 516
Outfit: Click!! no seriously its sort of a funny outfit. haha
Comments: Let the hilarity commence!!
Tags: Sev and Rod!!

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[Roderick Giovanni]

Footsteps and whistling caught Rod's attention. Of course, footsteps were nothing out of the ordinary, but they happened to be footsteps in an area of the school that should have been quiet and dark by this time. He had just finished talking to one of the other teachers about some course material and was heading back to his study to find a much needed bit of relaxation and a good cup of tea. Curiosity had peaked, who was out of the commons and lurking around down here?

Following the footsteps Rod rounded a corner to view nothing but an empty corridor. A smile parted his lips. Sometimes even he forgot that he had once been a student at this very school, and once or twice found himself in in this very location. A dilemma now cursed him. Act the student or act the professor? It was not however curfew yet, and going down to the kitchens was not expressly terrible by any means. Once again Rod had been thinking too much. He decided, to do nothing. Until curfew was in effect it was out of his hands. The silver pocket watch caught a flame on the wall and twinkled as he checked the time. A little more than half an hour until curfew, if the perpetrator did not reveal him or her self by then, Rod might have to go looking. Leaning back he hid himself in a dark corner and watched the second had on his watch tick.

[severus snape]

He'd managed to finally stabilise an extremely experimental philter that, if his calculations were correct, would not only reverse the effects of any medical potion, but also invert them. He'd also missed dinner. But he'd got that tiny step closer to making a technically legal poison. In all fairness, he fully expected to return after this snack, stir it once, and have it blow up again, this time taking both his eyebrows.

He made his way up a few floors, since doing something like this in one of the regularly used labs was completely out of the question, and made his way towards the portrait of the pear.

He would never have known about the kitchens had it not been for Lily. THe Slytherin's shoulders dropped and he closed hsi eyes for a second longer than he needed to. Everything about him screamed sadness, but it was only for a moment. A second after the slouch, he shrugged, clicked his neck, and reassumed the mask he wore so well.

His boots should have made more noise than a raging erumpent on this corridor, but he was finally growing into his height, and so he sounded like any other student in normal casual shoes.

A few yards before the portrait, his dark eyes caught sight of a small movement in the shadows. HE slowed his steps and mustered his Slytherin drawl in case something should pop out. Nothing did.

Marginally, he sped up again, tickled the pear [and didn't that sound like a euphemism] and stepped into the kitchens. Immediately the smell of food hit him, and he realised just how hungry he was. His large nostrils flared, and his eyes half closed as he inhaled the smell of gravy, some kind of syrupy pudding, and chicken.

As soon as he opened his eyes fully again, something turquoise caught his eye and the relaxed look on his sallow face disappeared to be replaced by a more pinched, suspicious and openly disapproving look. He wouldn't let Potter stop him from actually getting enough sustenance to not lose weight that he didn't have. However, He couldn't look away from the Gryffindor he apparently 'technically' owed a life debt to. Smug bastard. He even ate smugly.

[james t. potter]

James was more than happy to enjoy his chicken platter in peace. But as soon as that snot nosed idiot walked into the room he knew that was not possible. With a bit of chicken still in his mouth James brandished a leg a Severus, "Aye!! What'er you doin' here?" NICE, James!!! He had to remember to be nice!!! He heard it got you farther if you were nice to the friends of the girl you liked. Swallowing a little James wracked his brain for something else to say. Running his tongue over his teeth he cleared his throat a little.

Why was he staring at him?? James most likely had something on his face. "What?!" He sounded irritated when he didn't mean to. It was just that this was his James time. As if that didn't sound whiny. With a sigh he shook his head and took a gulp of his pumpkin juice. He supposed without his mates around he didn't have to be such a jerk. with a sigh he shifted a little and started to say something then stopped. He swallowed a bit then scratched the back of his head. "Ermm... Stay away from that pudding.... made a bunch of fourth years yack out their brains. And that's only awesome if its not happening to you." He made an awkward little face and looked back down at his chicken folding into himself a little. He couldn't help but burn with envy of the sharp featured boy before him.

[Roderick Giovanni]

I watched as the other student, Snape tickled the pear and entered the kitchens. Now this was getting interesting. Was it a mere coincidence or was it a meeting after school hours? Rod leaned forward into the light of the torches lining the wall. Checking his watch again, curfew hadn't come quite yet, but curiosity was getting the better of him.

Stepping out Rod made sure the corridor was empty before walking over to the portrait of the fruit and tickling the pear as he had a few times in his past. The door to the kitchens opened and the scent of the food hit him. It was after dinner sure, but the house elves were always doing something. "A little late for a study group isn't it?" rod said stepping into the room, door closing behind him.

[severus snape]

Lip curling in distaste at the way Potter waved the leg at him, he glanced at the pudding in question. Either, what Potter was saying was true. Or it was fasle. However, The almost pleasant manner he'd attempted to say it in made him suspect the pudding was nice and Potter was keeping him from it. Or that it was a double bluff. Clever, but not clever enough for a slytheerin. He hmphed to himself and raised an eyebrow, "In that case, I will have something else." HA! He wasn't going to even the consider the pudding, not that he had in the first place, but now, he'd doubly not consider it.

Crouching slightly to speak to the elves, something he probably shouldn't do, but he'd never had any and they were clearly sentient, so treating them like dirt riled him up in ways he hadn't even known he could be riled, he never once took his eyes off Potter.

Unfortunately, before he could order anything, a voice behind him made him stand bolt upright. AGAIN! Potter and his friends had somehow engineered this. HE turned and hissed at the gryffindor, "This is your doing, isn't it?" MAnaging to rein in the rage he looked at the professor, and then, remembering that Roderick Giovanni was a) An ex-Auror, and b) tallerthan most of the professors, at whom he had to look down, looked up at him for a second before staring at the Professor's ear. IT avoided what he'd been told was unseemly, common behaviour, i.e. prolonged eyecontact, i.e. staring unnervingly, but also made him seem far more model a student than simply staring guiltily at his shoes.

There was also the nniggling worry that if he didn't act the part as much as he could, someday one of these pureblooded incestuously conceived bastards was going to be a direct blood relative, and remember that hadn't Eileen been disowned? As it was, her disinheritance meant no-one could really verify one way or the other, and since claiming Prince relations was not the sort of thing one did if one was only pretending to be pureblood, he'd gotten away with it thus far. Granted, he'd had to claim to be from one of the smaller families on his father's side. One of the ones forced to marry their sisters because there simply was not anyone else suitable. However, they were the exact type of family who'd give rise to a too smart for his own good, socially inadequate loner who just happened to have a curse repertoire outstripping most of the seventh years'.

"Not at all, Professor, I was merely catching up on a missed meal before returning to my dormitory, prior to the curfew..." He glanced over at potter. "Until I was waylaid that is."