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[Rabastan Lestrange]

The look on Rabastan was composed of pure contempt for the idiot standing to his left. He shot Remus a dirty look from the corner of his eye while the rag in his hand swirled over and over the gooey mess that seeped across the desk and oozed down on to the floor. Bastan didn't want to think about having to get down on his knees to clean that bit. He wasn't accustomed to having to clean period, and the thought of seeing the floor that close and personal . . . Ugh. The scowl on his ashen face grew darker. He felt the bile crawling up the back of his throat, just daring himself to turn around and spit at the Gryffindor like an irritated hissing snake.

Of course, the only reason he felt such loathing was entirely Remus's fault to begin with. So why shouldn't Bastan have drawn out his wand and blasted him to cinders right there on the spot? Self control, for starters. Secondly, they were still in the Potions classroom with the professors sitting in his office only steps away. Despite the fact that the room had emptied some time ago for lunch - Bastan's stomach growled at that exact moment - it would be a far better idea to wait until they were on the main floor at least for Bastan to exact his revenge. . . . Whatever that would be. He was still contemplating as he cleaned the icky pea-green mess around him that had come about as a result of Remus's pure clumsiness. Bastan had been the one to throw the Potions book in the first place, mind you, but if Remus hadn't stumbled back into the cauldron then Rabastan wouldn't be here wasting his lunch hour. It was entirely Remus's fault. Obviously.

Rabastan felt something brush up against his robe and nearly jumped. "I'd prefer it if you kept your distance," he snipped to Remus, then clearly taking a step away from the guy. "I was clean before you made this mess." Ugh, the downside of a no-magic punishment. Bastan honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd ever had to clean something so gross, nevertheless without magic furthermore. He dropped the ugly cloth on the desk, wiped his hand quickly across his bag and took a particular moment to straight his tie and collar. The sleeve of his right arm was beginning to creep down from his elbow, and he hastily pushed it back up. To even consider his clothes coming into contact with the cauldron substances was incomprehensible. If only his Great Aunt could have seen him now; she'd have thrown a fit. Maybe he'd write to her about it. Maybe.

[Remus Lupin]

On any given day, Remus may have been a little less likely to get angry over the given situation. Today obviously must not have been any given day. He was fuming mad; angrier than he could remember being in quite some time.

The day had started out well enough. It was no where near the time for a full moon and Remus was quite content with that in itself. He'd somehow been able to sneak in a few extra hours of sleep without interruption from Sirius, James, or Peter, which was rare. Normally they'd have jumped on his bed, poked and prodded him until he gave in and arose. The saying "early to bed, early to rise" didn't suit them: "late to bed, early to rise" would have been more appropriate.

Having gotten an extra amount of sleep, Remus was in a good mood. It was a Friday, after all, which obviously meant no classes for the upcoming weekend. He only had to get through breakfast and a few classes before he could go and have fun with the other Marauders.

Unfortunately for him, he hadn't considered the fact that they were to have double Potions with the Slytherins for their first period. After a rather uneventful breakfast, he made his way to the dungeons. Once there, Slughorn had announced they were to be paired into partners. Due to a situation that had occurred during their last class in which two Gryffindors had thought it would be fun to hex a Slytherin behind his back, Slughorn had decided he would do the pairing from now on.

Slughorn must have had it out for Remus that day for he paired him with none other than Rabastan Lestrange. Remus didn't know much about him, preferring to associate with other Gryffindors, but had heard some pretty intimidating stories about the Slytherin. Not one to be intimidated, he'd vowed to simply be polite and get his work done. Being Potions partners didn't exactly mean you had to be friends, after all.

But Rabastan had other plans. Halfway through the Potion-making (which was going quite well, in Remus's opinion), he felt something hard and heavy hit him in the back. Perhaps if he'd seen it coming, he could have braced himself for the collision, but there was no warning at all. Rabastan had being just as polite as Remus himself, something that surprised Remus and should have warned him something was amiss. Instead, Remus was taken aback and took a quick step backward. He'd tried to catch himself, grabbing hold of the edge of the desk, but he'd never been very agile.

He fell backwards into the potion, knocking it and its contents toward Rabastan. Luckily, none of the potion had gotten on Remus, but he wasn't sure he could say the same for the other boy. Remus had immediately shot Rabastan a look of fury and received one back. The boy then proceeded to rant about how it was all Remus's fault. Needless to say, Remus was incensed. Who had thrown the book? Not Remus, that was for sure. How could it possibly have been his fault then? Did he use Imperio to make the boy do what he did? He didn't, but of course, Slytherin's were never the sharpest tool in the shed. 'Tool' was a very appropriate word given the situation, in Remus's opinion.

It didn't really matter who had started it, though, because Slughorn assigned them both the duty of cleaning up the mess. Remus had tried to explain, but Slughorn just wouldn't listen. Once the bell had rung and the students started filing out of the class, Remus received a sympathetic look from James, Sirius, and Peter, and turned to clean up the mess as quickly as he could.

"I'd prefer it if you kept your distance." Remus held back a retort, taking a deep breath and continuing his scrubbing. "I was clean before you made this mess." That was where Remus drew the line. He inhaled, preparing himself for the storm of words that would flow from his mouth in a few seconds time. "Excuse me?" The words came out with more venom than he'd even intended as he raised his eyebrows and took a step toward the boy.

"Before I made this mess? I suppose you had nothing to do with it all, did you? Oh no, of course not! You would do well to learn some manners. Not everyone in this world is as patient as I am. Why don't you run home to Mummy and cry about how mean old Slughorn forced you to clean up a mess you - I'm sorry - I made and leave me alone!" Remus regained control of himself before he could say - or do - anything too harsh, but his anger was still present. He began scrubbing the spots where the potion had spilled rather hastily, attempting to get the work finished as soon as possible.

[Eep! I apologize for the length. I got a bit carried away. >.>]

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Would it have been physically possible, Rabastan would have closed his ears and ignored the idiot beside him altogether. Gryffindors generally did a bang on job of irritating him, whether their mouths were open or not. None of them really had anything important to say, though the vast majority of the House believed their words were God's own given speech. On the flip side, however, the same logic applied to the Slytherin House and its inhabitants. The two Houses seems alike in more ways than one - it was impossible to get the other to shut up, and based on that fact the entire episode of cleaning after Potions class was definitely not going to be carried out in silence. Bastan was incredibly set on making sure Remus understood that the fault rested entirely on him.

So as the other guy went on taking, sounding like a pompous old Prefect, Rabastan's teeth clenched and his jaw became rigid. God, he felt as though he was in the worst circumstances of his life. He would have given anything to have been up in the Great Hall sitting clean and pristine at the Slytherin table. He would have killed Remus for the chance to get away. But if he killed Remus he supposed Slughorn would keep him for an even longer time to clean up the remains of the Gryffindor. And what a sticky mess that would turn out to be.

Bastan scoffed and threw down his rag. He had been somewhat fortunate when the cauldron tipped; he'd been wearing his overcoat [the dungeons were cool even for him] and so most of the potion had sloshed down the arm of the thick material, failing to seep in through to his vest and collared shirt. Much to his displeasure, however, he had found out only seconds later that the goo had splattered across his pants and once-polished shoes, making him feel as dirty as a slug. He simply couldn't excuse Remus for that mistake, so perhaps he'd make it his life's work to get back at the guy until he was satisfied.

"Manners?" he snapped briskly, folding his arms firmly across his chest. "You want to talk about manners? How nice do you think it is to spill an entire cauldron on someone and waste a whole goddamn lesson's work? Do you think we're going to get a mark for this?" His nose cringed. Rabastan snatched up his rag and wrung it out over the empty cauldron, watching as the goo slipped down his forearm instead. He was rather obsessive about grades and marks. He didn't want to lose out on one because of someone's idiocy. Besides, wasn't Remus supposed to be smart? Or smarter than those stupid friends of his?

"He's going to keep us here to make up for the assignment," Bastan whined miserably. "All that work and we have to repeat it because of you! My time is too valuable to waste like that. I should have done it on my own," he muttered darkly.

ooc; no problem. it explained the incident well. =]

[Remus Lupin]

"Manners? You want to talk about manners? How nice do you think it is to spill an entire cauldron on someone and waste a whole goddamn lesson's work? Do you think we're going to get a mark for this? He's going to keep us here to make up for the assignment. All that work and we have to repeat it because of you! My time is too valuable to waste like that. I should have done it on my own"

Remus had to fight the urge to smirk as he heard the whine in Rabastan's voice. It seemed his earlier assumption that the Rabastan was a mama's boy had been spot on. He was glad for it, though, because his amusement overshadowed his anger. He was starting to remember who he was - Remus Lupin was always calm, cool, and collected, not matter what the situation. He was known for it and it was often the reason the Marauder's rarely got in trouble for their behavior.

"Well, now you have the chance to do just that. If you stopped whining and got back to work, we'd be finished a lot quicker, you know." Remus attempted to hide his small smile by getting on his hands and knees and beginning to scrub the floor. All in all, he'd say they were nearly finished. Just a few more minutes of scrubbing and they'd be out of there. Not much could happen in a few minutes if both of them kept a cool head and stopped arguing.

Remus considered completely ignoring anything else the boy said, but thought that would be kind of rude. He figured responding politely and pointing out the obvious was his best bet. "I don't want to work with you anymore than you want to work with me. Let's just finish up here and move on with our lives, what do you say?" he asked from his position on the floor. He doubted Rabastan would give a hoot what he had to say. He'd probably continue getting on Remus's nerves, but what else was Remus to do? He didn't want to end up with a detention for getting into a fight and picking fights with one of the Marauders didn't often end in good things for others.

Both James and Sirius could be quite protective and exceptionally nasty. They reminded Remus of older brothers - or what he thought older brothers would be like anyway. He supposed in a sense he was the same way. He did his best to not get involved in any disagreements one of the Marauders got into, but more often than not it was impossible. Retaliation was definitely a word that was well-known amongst the Marauders and not something they were entirely against.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

If he'd stop whining? Why the hell would Rabastan stop whining when the situation demanded a perfectly good whine? Ugh. He hadn't had detention since his third year. He was supposed to be a well mannered student on the account of his rarely saying anything outspoken in class. He wasn't punished by the professors because he made a habit of keeping a low profile during lessons. The common room, however, was an entirely different environment and therefore an entirely different matter altogether. But so was this. That nasty inbred personality of his was beginning to break through the surface of supression. It'd been a while since he'd really hexed someone. Remus was looking like the ideal candidate regardless of whether Slughorn was in the next room or not.

"If you worked a little harder we'd be finished faster," Bastan retorted. He rolled his eyes and fixed a piece of hair that was hanging down between his eyes, tickling his nose. Now this was more like it: here he was tidying himself up like a proper sophisticated character of socitey while a lower-class Gryffindor was on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor Rabastan would be walking over once he was done. He felt a temporary wave of relief wash over him, almost like a feeling of home sickness. He missed his little house elf, actually, the way the creature used to clean his room from top to bottom. Literally.

With his thoughts turning to home Rabastan's mouth closed reflexively. His hand moved in a robotic motion, swirling over the same spot at least a dozen times while he tried to figure out how long it had been since his mother had sent him a letter. She generally tried to write once a week, sometimes sending a bit of spending money or treats, but he was sure it had been at least two weeks ago to the day since he'd last gotten something in the morning post besides the newspaper. He was, honestly, a bit disheartened by that.

He snorted at the rest of what Remus was saying - which sounded an awful lot like making a truce or calling it even or something . . . "The minute we get out of here your life is going to be miserable," Rabastan told him. Yeah, it was pretty much an empty promise but Slytherins worked like that. Most of the time. And really, it just made Bastan feel better to attempt to intimidate someone. He often grew more confident when he found faults in other people, or just had the good fun of putting them down. No doubt it would bounce off Remus . . . Egh. It was the thought that counted. And just for the hell of it he scooped up a good bit of goo in the crease of his rag and moved it over the edge to have it drizzle down dangerously close to Remus's head.

[Remus Lupin]

Remus heard a snort as he finished his last sentence and knew then that his attempt at a truce would result in nothing. It was his turn to snort when he heard the boy's more than likely empty threats. Forget the fact that his life was already slightly miserable given the fact that he was a werewolf, but did the guy not know who Remus's friends were? Covering his disbelief, he looked up at Rab. [b]"If you say so, but I think you ought to remember that Gryffindors can be just as vengeful as Slytherins ... only we're not tools," he added the last part under his breath, not really caring what happened anymore.

This guy obviously wasn't going to let the afternoon end in peace, so why should Remus try? Sure, two wrongs don't make a right, but Remus was a teenage boy and let's face it - teenage boys don't always use the best logic. He acted like a grown-up more than half of his life, attempting to keep his friends in line, so for now he was throwing that act out the window. He didn't want to look back on his teenage years later in his life and wish he'd lived them differently.

Remus bent down to continue his work and looked out of the corner of his eye just in time to see a bit of the green goo that was their potion sliding off the edge of the desk. He moved out of the way just in time before looking up at Rab and scowling. Luckily the stuff had missed him, but Remus was teetering dangerously close to the edge. He finished the little amount of work the floor needed and stood up. Crossing his arms, he stood in place and stared at the other boy for a minute.

He wondered what made Slytherins the way they were. Honestly, who would purposely throw a book at someone or purposely attempt to get a spilled potion on their head? He guessed James and Sirius might have done the same thing to Snape, but their dislike for him definitely outshone any dislike this kid could've had for Remus. Shaking his head, Remus started scrubbing the area on the desk next to Rabastan while wondering why it was taking them so long to get everything done. Did the other boy really know that little about cleaning?

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Gryffindors could be as vengeful as Slytherins? Pfft. Yeah, and blast-ended skrewts made the ideal house pet. Rabastan rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and nearly asked for a strike of lightning to put the guy out of his misery. He was just oh-so noble and nice, offering to put aside any potential dislike to get through the rest of the cleaning. Well . . . Actually that didn't seem like such a bad plan. Bastan pondered the idea as he tapped his lip with his finger delicately, musing over the thought of keeping his mouth shut. His tongue darted out to wet his lips then, and unfortunately happened to touch the tip of his finger. And his finger just happened to be covered in the goo they were cleaning. Ick.

He spat something out of his mouth furiously, suddenly. The potion tasted awful. Even that little tiny miniscule bit was enough to made him dry heave. Oh God, what had they been trying to make in class? Wasn't it just supposed to have been the Draught of Peace? Why did it taste so bad? Ugh, what ingredients had Remus been reading?

"It's a good thing this wasn't handed in for marks," Bastan said acidly. He wiped his tongue again on the back of his sleeve but the taste still lingered. "We would have failed for sure. I knew you weren't as smart as me." He scooped up more of the goo from across the table using his already dirty and sticky rag and brought it once more to the edge of the table, threatening to spill it over the side to drizzle down. Instead of allowing it to ooze to the floor Bastan used his second hand to cup the potion in his palm. At the moment he didn't care who Remus's friends were - though he'd regret it later, most definitely. But they weren't here right now and he just couldn't stand to let Remus walk away thinking he'd done nothing wrong. At the very least Bastan was going to make him squirm.

"Tell me how this tastes," he sneered while his hands came up and flung the goo at Remus's face. Bastan was a fair aim; he played Chaser for his House team and after all they weren't standing so far away. In the next instant he was skitting around the other side of the table, making sure to put an object in between Remus and him as he hurriedly gathered up more of the mess to use in his assault.

[Remus Lupin]

Remus scoffed at Rabastan's remark about their potion. Honestly, Remus had done his part as best he could. It wasn't his fault his git of a partner wasn't cooperative. He wished he could have been paired with someone at least a little better. Hell, he would have preferred Sirius or James or even Peter, who was terrible at all things involving Potions. At least Peter was aware that he was crap at the subject; this one thought he was God's gift to green Earth and could do no wrong.

"Honestly, have you never tasted a potion? None of them taste delicious. What do you expect?" He was getting fed up with the childish nonsense and immature behavior. If there was one thing he could have wished for at that moment, it would have been to simply be anywhere but in the presence of this bloke. It seemed his attempt at civility was for naught, though he hadn't expected much more.

He began to hurry his cleaning pace, even going so far as to move to the corners Rabastan was supposed to be cleaning. The spots looked as though they hadn't even been touched, causing Remus to groan loudly. It made him appreciate the fact that his father was Muggleborn and, therefore, believed in the concept of children doing chores in order to help out around the house. If not for that, he didn't think their work would ever be finished.

As Remus was contemplating, he felt something slimy hit his face and heard Rabastan's words. For a minute, it didn't register to him what had happened, but once it did he was furious. "I'm going to get you for that, Lestrange!" His words came out as more of a growl than anything else. If he'd been thinking clearly, he might have wondered if that was some kind of weird side-effect of his lycanthropy, but didn't give it a thought.

His hand reached for the goo almost automatically and scooped up a good bit. Pulling his hand behind his head, he put as much force into the motion as possible. He didn't want to see if it had hit it's target, instead ducking under the desk to avoid the retaliation he knew was to come. Boy, Sirius and James were going to laugh their heads off when he told them about this. After they were through with that, though, they would be furious.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

To put it bluntly, Rabastan didn't think Remus would even be able to react that fast, nevertheless react in the first place. Remus was the passive type - he had proven that through the entire time and it had been driving poor Bastan up the wall. He was used the confrontation, after all, and the way Remus had been blowing off his insults again and again was even more frustrating. But at long last he finally found a weakness; everyone had one, though it seemed Remus had particularly good control over his temper. On the other hand, had he not showed even the slightest bit of anger after having been gooed in the face Bastan would have honestly given up right then and there. Instead, as he was building up another mess to throw, he felt something horrifying and gooey slosh across his cheek.

"Ugh!" He whimpered just a tiny bit at the cold, sticky potion oozing down his cheek. He dropped the rag in his hand and did a funny little dance to try and get the goop off his face before it ran down his neck and disappeared into his collar. Anyone watching might have thought he was insane, but for Bastan this was the ultimate worst of situations. He felt dirtier than a slug - he felt like . . . he felt unclean. Perhaps no less than a mudblood. His skin crawled as he clawed at the gunk on his cheek. His left eye was squeezed shut against the goo to avoid getting it into his eye. Who knew what it would do - blind him? Permanently? He didn't want to go to the Hospital Wing and tell the nurse he was attack with a slimey unknown substance by a lowly Gryffindor.

He hissed fiercely back at Remus and took the rag itself, dripping with as much of the potion as it could hold, and made the boldest move of his life. Lost in his fury, seeing only red, Bastan lept up on the table thinking to throw himself entirely at Remus and stuff the rag down his throat. Or something similar. But the desk itself was slimey and he quickly lost balance, tripping and slipping over his own foot and crashing on Remus's side with the rag still in hand. He hit the floor and attempted to sramble to his feet, blindly whipping the rag in what he hoped was Remus's general direction.

Idiot.

[Remus Lupin]

Remus was a Gryffindor, through and through; it took a lot to make him the least bit scared, let alone terrify him. Somehow, the sight of a five foot, ten inches tall Slytherin lunging at him from across a table and nearly landing on top of him nearly made him urinate all over his immaculately pressed black pants. It wasn't that he was scared of Rabastan, exactly - more like he was horrified by the thought of being in that situation with another boy, forget the fact that he was a Slytherin.

Needless to say, Remus was extremely grateful when Rabastan skidded passed him and landed with a resounding thump! on the floor beside him. He was grateful, that is, until that bloody rag came into the picture. Before he could register what was happening, Rabastan's arm came into view and proceeded to flail around aimlessly. Apparently this bloke didn't know how to give up.

Remus managed to escape the distance between himself and Rabastan's god-awful rag, but not before getting hit in the face with a good bit of potion. His hair had bits of green slime in random places, his lips had small blotches of green on them, and his face - well, he didn't think even his mother would recognize him at this point. Fuming, if possible, even more than he had been previously, Remus subconsciously decided to take things to a whole new level.

Looking around for barely a minute, his brain practically being taken over by the lingering presence of the wolf, Remus walked over to the nearly - but not quite - empty cauldron. He smirked down at Rabastan, enjoying the feel of what felt like utmost control. Remus, along with many other people, believes that everyone has a dark side. Some people are able to control theirs more and others simply curb their need by doing small, harmless things.

This was Remus's dark side coming out. His hand moved in one quick, fluid movement and tipped the cauldron. Though there had seemed to be only a tiny bit of potion in it, cauldrons were very deep. The flood that came from that one little tip was more than Remus ever could have imagined or hoped for. It seemed endless, that stream of potion, as it poured and poured and poured all over the spot Rabastan was laying.

Nothing could ever replace the feeling of pure pleasure Remus had got from that one bit of vengefulness, that one, small piece of glory over someone who thought they were better than him. Once the cauldron was empty, Remus tipped it back and place and took a hurried step backward, a grin still on his face as he stared at a presumably furious Rabastan.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

The floor was already slimey enough from the little bits of goo that Rabastan had sent over the edge in his pathetic assault against Remus. And despite Remus's work to clean it all up it was still slippery beneath Bastan's feet. He put his hands down to brace himself and to find some balance and actually managed to get to his feet exceptionally slowly, by which time Remus had already tossed away the gooey rag and was elsewhere - he'd probably fled the scene. Couldn't take the heat, Bastan thought with an ugly smirk. What a loser.

In the few seconds where everything around him seemed to be quiet - Bastan was under the false impression that Remus was too chicken to finish out their little row - he straightened himself and felt the horrible ache in his shoulder from where he'd crashed down. God, that was going to be so painful in the morning. Maybe he'd skip out on classes tomorrow morning and lounge in bed all day. Hm . . . Maybe one of the Black sister would come to visit him.

What a guy.

He grinned and started to ring out his tie over the table. He, like Remus, had his fair share of potion on him. His hair felt like it was plastered with styling gel and his skin had an awful feel to it like he was covered in some sort of mud mask. He wanted to rub the gunk out of his eye but feared it would make the situation worse. Bastan decided he'd had enough. Hell, if Remus wasn't even here . . . He heard a noise then, like something heavy made of metal being lifted or moved. He looked over, saw that idiot standing by the cauldron in which there potion should have been - but it was starting to pour over the edge instead as Remus tipped it.

"Don't!" Bastan wasn't in the mood. It occured to him rather than Remus that they would have to clean up that mess as well, but when he tried to take two steps towards him he slid in the potion and wound up back on the floor where he'd started. "You bastard! You stupid fucking bastard!" he spat acidly. There was more of a mess on the floor than there had been on the table, and Bastan absolutely hated the fact that he was lying in it. He squirmed to get away from the cauldron and just happened to flail wildly enough with his feet to kick Remus's own two feet out from under him. If Bastan was going down in a misrable mess than so was Remus.

[Remus Lupin]

Remus grinned in triumph as he heard a not so well-timed "Don't!" escape Rabastan's mouth. His grin faltered slightly at Rabastan's next words, though. "You bastard! You stupid fucking bastard!" He wasn't all too sure why the boy was getting so angry and calling him such vile names. After all, hadn't it been him who had started the fight in the first place? It wasn't Remus's fault he had thrown a book at him nor was it Remus's fault that he had chosen to throw goo at him. The Gryffindor had always prided himself in being extremely patient in any given situation, but sometimes lines were crossed and his patience grew thin or, in the worst case scenario, dissolved altogether. He thought Rabastan should count himself lucky that he had caught Remus on a good day and not at all close to the full moon.

Remus snorted in disbelief, but said nothing more on the matter. He took a few deep breaths, attempting to regain what little control he had left. He wasn't some bloody Slytherin who lost his temper at well. He was an honorable Gryffindor and he meant to stay that way. Sighing, he looked around the room at the mess he had made. They hadn't been very near finishing before he'd tipped the cauldron; now it felt like it would take eons before they had everything cleaned.

Remus groaned and suddenly had a thought worthy of the mind of James or Sirius. Slughorn hadn't taken their wands with him. It was simple, really, and he didn't know why neither of them had thought of it before. He'd only locked them in his desk drawer. James and Sirius weren't particular when it came to the means they used to get what they wanted and had somehow learned to pick locks. They'd taught Remus and Peter in case they ever needed it, though Remus hadn't paid very much attention.

He rattled his brain, trying to remember exactly what they had said. "First, find something pointy, like a hairpin or a paperclip" He looked around the room, trying to find something decent enough to work. He looked around Slughorn's desk, praying the professor wasn't so dependent on magic that he even used it to hold papers together. Apparently, Remus's luck was beginning to turn for the better. He snatched a paperclip out of the small holder and paused to think again. "Then, you bend it so the point sticks out. He proceeded to do this, bending it and feeling ridiculously stupid.

He wondered what Rabastan was thinking at that moment. Remus probably looked pretty stupid, standing there with a paperclip in his hand, bending it like an idiot. He shook these thoughts from his head and began step three. He shoved the paperclip into the lock. The one thing wizards seemed to forget, was to ward their houses and belongings from break-ins the muggle one. The lock gave a satisfying click and Remus pulled the drawer open.

He pulled out his wand and threw Rabastan's at him without a word. "Sometimes Muggles do know the best way to get things done. Scourgify!" He pointed at an area of mess as he yelled the last one. Immediately, the mess disappeared, leaving only the marble floor of the Potions classroom in it's wake. "What are you waiting for?" he asked, turning back to Rabastan, "Aren't you worried I might mess it up?"

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan ignored whatever the hell Remus was doing. He felt extremely exhausted, as a matter of fact, seeing as he'd been tripping and falling for the few minutes. His shoulder hurt like hell, actually, so he had to use his other one to prop himself up and attempt to find his balance. The goo around him as slippery as ice but was no where near as neat. It clung to him and dripped down from his robes, which had only been perfectly pressed some ten or fifteen minutes before. It was going to be hard as hell getting such potions stains out now. He considered sending them back home to have the house elf do the job but wondered what the risk was of his parents finding out. They wouldn't be pleased, needless to say.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he growled, now eyeing Remus with a look that would have turned Medusa to stone. He rolled on to his elbows, pushed himself up with his arms and wobbled a bit more as he straightened on his feet. The desk was right there so he held on to that while he stepped out of the mess on the floor and tried to clean whatever was it was in his ear that made his face twist horribly. Ew. Within the moment he saw Remus opening a drawer [odd, without having used magic] and his wand was suddenly being thrown at him. Rather big mistake, in his mind.

The potion on the floor and desk vanished instantly but Bastan's eyes were still fixed on Remus like daggers. Turning his back on someone such as Rabastan was only a bigger mistake, but only this once Bastan refused to hex the guy. He wasn't turning all moral - God forbid. He just . . . wasn't in the mood. Was it believable? He Scourgified himself but there was no spell he knew of that would dull the ache, particularly the one in his shoulder. He was going to go back to his dorm, rest, plot revenge, and recruit some rather dark and devilish friends to pay Remus back for his simple existence.

"Waste of space," Bastan muttered, talking about the Gryffindor. "You're all the same," he said then, louder. "When are Gryffindors going to learn that playing fair isn't reciprocated by the other side? You're all idiots to think good deeds go unpunished. We'd rather just kill you for the fun of it," he said flatly. He headed towards the door slowly, as though afraid he would slip again on some patch of potion that had managed to evade clean up. "You'd better get used to living in hell," he said on his way out. Oh God. What a dramatic kind of guy Bastan was.