Revenge is a dish best served... uhh... warm and fluffy.
Who: Michael Corner, Millicent Bulstrode, Hannah Abbott and "Claws."
What: A Queer Eye for the Sadistic Kitty makeover.
Where: Hogwarts Castle; probably the boy's bathroom. Later, the Slytherin Commons.
When: After the party; Tuesday November 11, 1997.
Status: Complete.
All in all, the party had been a blast. Michael couldn't shake the notion that Megan was having a rather troubled day. And despite the fact that the Slytherins had apparently crashed his party, it had gone well enough.
Walking next to Michael as he strode away from the Armory was Hannah Abbott, who had linked arms with him and was about to bid him goodnight as she broke off to head to the Hufflepuff Commons. She chuckled and shook her head. "I still can't believe you kissed Ernie. Wasn't it weird?" Hannah asked with an amused but highly serious tone.
Michael chuckled as well, following her question with a shrug, "Well it wasn't like it was so deep and slow that I could make much out of it. I just wanted to embarrass the holy hell out of him." His smile widened a little, devilishly accentuating his features. He snerked, "Though as blokes go, he does have a nice arse, I suppose. You know..." Michael made a loose claw of his hand in the air, "Pert."
Hannah outright laughed, "Yeah he does. Probably because he loves to dance. That does nice things for the bum. Megan and I were teasing him a bit over that a few days ago. But I don't think anyone's dared grab it before. I'd sleep with one eye open for awhile."
Michael's smile twisted in supreme amusement, "I broke his bum cherry then." Michael smiled, and then laughed as his cheeks pinked, "Wow, that sounded dirty. Much dirtier than I intended."
"Syeah!" Hannah scoffed and giggled. "Maybe bum-grabbing cherry would've been a little... err... less guttery." Hannah stopped, "Well, goodnight Michael. Happy Birthday." She leaned forward and gave the taller boy a peck on the cheek by standing on her tiptoes.
"Thanks," Michael replied back, and began to walk towards the Commons when a small form stopped him. He smirked, but made no threatening action towards it. "Well good evening to you, Claws."
What: A Queer Eye for the Sadistic Kitty makeover.
Where: Hogwarts Castle; probably the boy's bathroom. Later, the Slytherin Commons.
When: After the party; Tuesday November 11, 1997.
Status: Complete.
All in all, the party had been a blast. Michael couldn't shake the notion that Megan was having a rather troubled day. And despite the fact that the Slytherins had apparently crashed his party, it had gone well enough.
Walking next to Michael as he strode away from the Armory was Hannah Abbott, who had linked arms with him and was about to bid him goodnight as she broke off to head to the Hufflepuff Commons. She chuckled and shook her head. "I still can't believe you kissed Ernie. Wasn't it weird?" Hannah asked with an amused but highly serious tone.
Michael chuckled as well, following her question with a shrug, "Well it wasn't like it was so deep and slow that I could make much out of it. I just wanted to embarrass the holy hell out of him." His smile widened a little, devilishly accentuating his features. He snerked, "Though as blokes go, he does have a nice arse, I suppose. You know..." Michael made a loose claw of his hand in the air, "Pert."
Hannah outright laughed, "Yeah he does. Probably because he loves to dance. That does nice things for the bum. Megan and I were teasing him a bit over that a few days ago. But I don't think anyone's dared grab it before. I'd sleep with one eye open for awhile."
Michael's smile twisted in supreme amusement, "I broke his bum cherry then." Michael smiled, and then laughed as his cheeks pinked, "Wow, that sounded dirty. Much dirtier than I intended."
"Syeah!" Hannah scoffed and giggled. "Maybe bum-grabbing cherry would've been a little... err... less guttery." Hannah stopped, "Well, goodnight Michael. Happy Birthday." She leaned forward and gave the taller boy a peck on the cheek by standing on her tiptoes.
"Thanks," Michael replied back, and began to walk towards the Commons when a small form stopped him. He smirked, but made no threatening action towards it. "Well good evening to you, Claws."