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[withknobson]

For the eyes of Remus John Lupin.

Alright, you crazy kid. This is what it comes down to.

I bet I can grow a better beard than you.

I am throwing down the gauntlet. The gauntlet is thrown. This is it. This is NOW. What do you say?

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[teaspooned]

What do I say?

IT'S ON, POTTER.

[withknobson]

Excellent. You realise we'll have to eradicate your previous two days' worth of growth and begin afresh. It's only fair.

Maybe we should shave each other to make sure there's no cheating. I'd say we could get a third party but I definitely don't trust Sirius near my throat, and Peter's never shaved in his life.

[teaspooned]

I- fine. Fine.

And while I have no problem shaving you, I'm a bit concerned about your eyesight when combined with sharp objects. But, yeah, Sirius is right out.

Peter did shave! Well, his legs. But his knees and your face aren't that different.

[withknobson]

YOU TAKE THAT BACK. You vile little porcupine scrotum.

Just you hope my eyesight doesn't let me down.

[teaspooned]

Porcupine scrotum? Charming.

Anyway, I say we make this more interesting. Shouldn't there be some kind of bet on?

[withknobson]

I'm listening.

[teaspooned]

Loser has to snog Sirius in the common room?

[withknobson]

Oh come on, that's hardly new territory. Let's make it more exciting.

Loser has to snog Sirius in the common room wearing nothing but girls underwear. And they have to be a slave to the winner for three days. Twenty-four hours a day. No questions asked.

Do we have a deal?

[teaspooned]

...I guess.

It's a good thing I'm going to win. Can I pick the knickers for you?

[withknobson]

Don't get ahead of yourself, Moonster. You haven't won yet.

We'll shake on it now and get Sirius to draw up a contract later. Got to make sure there's no cheating.

Meanwhile, the bathroom awaits.

[abitrockandroll]

Pardon?

[withknobson]

What?