What bloody minded shit-for-brains thought this one up?
Veritaserum
I mean, can you think of a greater recipe for absolute sodding disaster than making Slytherins tell the truth for 24 hours.
Thank god Minerva agreed to marry him yesterday; as far as he's concerned that's binding even if he does put his foot in it in some monumental way during the course of the next day.
Still, if any of the others have any bright ideas about asking him awkward questions, they'd better think again.
He spends a feverish fifteen minutes thinking of the most awkward bleeding questions he can ask everyone in the house.
He could ask whether he or Draco were better in bed, but he decides he might not like the answer.
Bitter experience says that the truth is something we can all well live without.
I mean, can you think of a greater recipe for absolute sodding disaster than making Slytherins tell the truth for 24 hours.
Thank god Minerva agreed to marry him yesterday; as far as he's concerned that's binding even if he does put his foot in it in some monumental way during the course of the next day.
Still, if any of the others have any bright ideas about asking him awkward questions, they'd better think again.
He spends a feverish fifteen minutes thinking of the most awkward bleeding questions he can ask everyone in the house.
He could ask whether he or Draco were better in bed, but he decides he might not like the answer.
Bitter experience says that the truth is something we can all well live without.