 Hoot Viva Buymoria! Love you Twin!
As challenged by Nabiya,
58. Hoot
Dripping and clutching the emerald green towel about himself he cursed inwardly, stomping down the hall to his dormitory. How the hell did they...
He crashed in his fury, sending the Slytherin prefect sprawling.
"Watch it!"
He glared miserably.
"What is it, Snape? Can't get your hair clean?"
He would absolutely kill Black and Potter. Murder. Maim. He looked plaintively at the older boy.
"Cat got your tongue? Answer me," the prefect sneered, backing him against the wall.
He sighed, feeling the heat in his face. Humiliation.
"Hoot," he replied quietly.
"What was that?"
"Hoot, hoot. Hoooot hoo-oot hoot."
Laughter.
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