𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 [𝐑. 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒

Songs:
Out of my League (Fitz and the Tantrums)
"You were just the right kind, yeah you are more than just a dream."

White Mustang (Lana Del Rey)
"You're going to hit me like lightning."

Among boyfriends, girlfriends and everything in between, trouble stirred in the heart of Hogwarts with the form of an insult gone wrong, and a group of very angry teenage boys seeking revenge like the Furies. Of course, that might sound like a typical Wednesday to the everyday outsider, but this time, things were much different.

It all started the jolly afternoon of October 20th, when Peter Pettigrew was making his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room after a particularly nasty detention with none other than Horace Slughorn himself. As if cleaning three classrooms on his own wasn't enough, he had to cross paths with Dolores Umbridge and her cronies.

Dolores Umbridge, aka, the devil's incarnate always wore pink and had never heard of Prada. She was a seventh year Slytherin that mostly associated with the Carrows and a few select Ravenclaw students that were either following her around for shits and giggles, or they had been blackmailed by the girl into obedience. There is probably no other way to describe her, other than to say that Dolores Umbridge was truly a despicable, horrible, shitty pain in the ass.

What could Dolores Umbridge and Peter Pettigrew have in common? It was simple. Dolores and her entourage had been picking on the boy for the past year and it always left him with broken spirits and an insatiable desire to go for ice cream with Lily. Peter was always very aware of his own flaws and being friends with the three most accomplished, both academically and socially, boys of the school never really set the conditions for overcoming his insecurities. With time though, he found himself gaining some much-needed confidence and he held onto that for dear life. So, when Dolores and her friends started nitpicking everything that was wrong with him, he found his confidence slowly crumbling under his own two feet.

And at some point, the small boy snapped. He never meant to cry in front of James, Sirius and Remus, but Dolores has really done a number on him. It was one thing insulting his physical appearance and a whole other thing to insult his personality. If there was one thing the three boys could not tolerate, it was somebody hurting their friend.

What the boys knew how to do best, was prank. If it were any other case, they would have already stricken back, but this time, they were truly pissed off and in need of some asshole-y advice. And that was when Callisto Claire came in...

"Oi, that was my foot!" James grumpily hissed as Sirius stepped on his toes. The black-haired boy repeated his words mockingly, as they stood in front of the Slytherin Common Room with the invisibility cloak over them. It was James' most prized possession and a family heirloom, passed down to the first child of the family on their eleventh birthday. When he had first gotten the cloak, the four friends could easily fit under it and now, there was a slight possibility the only thing visible would be four pairs of shoes and a pair of socks that probably belonged to Remus.