Between Then and Now...
Justin dodges through a crowd of third year girls from his House, who are bunched up outside the Great Hall waiting for it to be lunch time. They giggle as he glides among them. He'll miss the power he has as an upper form student; he knows he won't command nearly so much attention once he's left Hogwarts, so he's relishing every moment of it while it lasts. Thankfully, his robes are clean as a whistle now. Quite sharp, if he does say so, and not a hint of mud anywhere.
You'd never know he'd had seven hairline fractures in his foot an hour ago. It's still tender, but it's fully functional -- which is a good thing since he needs to move smart, or he'll be late for Snape. And that wouldn't be in his best interests, although, really, there can't be anything too awful that Snape could do to him on this last day. What's the worst it could be? Scrubbing cauldrons until late? That would just be an excuse to be out after curfew, and Justin feels sure he can work that to his advantage socially. If things go well with Ginny Weasley... And if not, he has reason to hope with a couple of Ravenclaws who expressed an enthusiasic interest in the metaphysics of shagging during one of the week's post-Exams parties. He thinks he might be able to move one or the other of them beyond theory and into practical applications...
It's a bit of a shock when Justin finds himself in the dungeons. He's not quite sure how he made it there so quickly. He's got to get his top shirt buttons done up again and his tie pulled tight. Snape wouldn't be amused by the casually unfastened look Justin affects when he's out and about. He's just turning the last corner and hooking the clasp at the throat of his robes when he realises that his way to Snape's door is blocked.
Oh, the nostalgia of it all! One last day of Potter and Malfoy sparring with one another. He wonders if they'll miss it.
"H'lo, Potter. Mind if I come through?"
He doesn't spare Malfoy a glance.
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You'd never know he'd had seven hairline fractures in his foot an hour ago. It's still tender, but it's fully functional -- which is a good thing since he needs to move smart, or he'll be late for Snape. And that wouldn't be in his best interests, although, really, there can't be anything too awful that Snape could do to him on this last day. What's the worst it could be? Scrubbing cauldrons until late? That would just be an excuse to be out after curfew, and Justin feels sure he can work that to his advantage socially. If things go well with Ginny Weasley... And if not, he has reason to hope with a couple of Ravenclaws who expressed an enthusiasic interest in the metaphysics of shagging during one of the week's post-Exams parties. He thinks he might be able to move one or the other of them beyond theory and into practical applications...
It's a bit of a shock when Justin finds himself in the dungeons. He's not quite sure how he made it there so quickly. He's got to get his top shirt buttons done up again and his tie pulled tight. Snape wouldn't be amused by the casually unfastened look Justin affects when he's out and about. He's just turning the last corner and hooking the clasp at the throat of his robes when he realises that his way to Snape's door is blocked.
Oh, the nostalgia of it all! One last day of Potter and Malfoy sparring with one another. He wonders if they'll miss it.
"H'lo, Potter. Mind if I come through?"
He doesn't spare Malfoy a glance.
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