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The next morning, Blake set out to do what he'd promised.
Crabbe and Goyle always eat about 5 people's worth of food - each, Blake thought grimly, looking at them stuffing their faces with black pudding in disgust. Malfoy wasn't at breakfast today - Blake had made arrangements for that, of course.
"Did you hear?" Tracey asked, sitting down and reaching for some hash browns. "Malfoy's in the infirmary - I heard Parkinson say he's got diarrhea! Sh*t the bed last night!"
As Charlotte howled at the blonde boy's predicament, Blake once again hid a smile as Daphne and Zabini looked at him suspiciously.
"Renshaw," Zabini muttered to him quietly, "you-"
Two loud, perfectly synchronized burps interrupted their conversation. Blake didn't even have to look up to know that Crabbe and Goyle had now completed their meal, and heavy footsteps told him they were on their way back to their dorms.
"Sorry, Zabini, just remembered I left my Quill out," Blake said, quickly standing to leave. "I'll be back in a sec."
Blake made his exit as quick as possible without seeming suspicious to the teachers, casting a quick look at Nott and a pale boy sitting next to him - Rafael. They looked back at him, eyes wide, and Blake couldn't hide a small smile, before turning the corner.
Blake quickly cast a Disillusionment and Muffliato charm over himself, before running to catch up with the pair - and it didn't take long. Crabbe and Goyle were about as fast as legless baboons. Slightly worse looking though.
Grinning, Blake drew his wand once more. Just like I practiced.
He drew a deep breath.
"Confundo! Confundo!"
The two spells hit each boy squarely on the back, and a shudder rippled through the pair simultaneously.
Blake gloated silently as he approached them. It worked! The fact that they'd stopped walking, and the shudder, were the only indicators that the spell had indeed been successful, however.
The Confunded person is meant to look dazed and dumb, Blake thought, examining the cow-ish boys closely. But I can't tell with them - there's no difference, they look the exact same!
Blake cleared his throat, and closed his eyes, scrunching his eyebrows in concentration as he prepared what he had to say. It's like instructions.
"Crabbe, at lunch, you will…"
/
Walking back from the first two lessons, Zabini didn't let up his interrogation.
"But I know you didn't leave your Quill out! You never leave your Quill out! And I heard you leave in the middle of the night!"
"You're imagining things," Blake said dismissively.
"So, you snuck out last night to curse Malfoy, and now you've… done something to Crabbe and Goyle?" Daphne summarised.
"Crabbe and Goyle are perfectly fine," Blake said defensively, pointing at Crabbe and Goyle walking ahead of them.
"Anyway, I need to use the bathroom, I'll meet you at the table," Blake said, before promptly leaving.
"Oi!"
Blake rushed quickly back to his dorm room. Where is it, where is it?
Suddenly, he grinned in satisfaction, holding a small glass bottle in his hand as he drew his wand.
I only have about 5 minutes, he thought, looking at his watch. I'll have to be fast.
/
"Miss anything?"
Blake asked as he slid onto the benches in between Tracey and Zabini, both of whom glared at him.
"Nothing," Daphne replied, casting a look towards Crabbe and Goyle, who, as always, were stuffing their faces.
Blake grinned, as he reached for the fish on the table.
"Good."
He looked towards where Nott and Rafael were sitting. They were speaking in hushed tones and seemed very worried.
Don't worry, Blake thought with a grin. The show's just about to begin.
Like clockwork, Crabbe suddenly stood and shouted:
"Oi, Goyle, you bast*rd! This is what you get for stealing my chips!"
Faster than Blake had ever seen Crabbe move before (except perhaps his daily sprints to the Great Hall for food), the fat boy drew his wand.
"Tarantallegra!"
Immediately, the other fat boy was pushed to his feet, and…
"He's dancing?" Tracey asked. The entire Hall was in commotion now, with people from all the other Houses rushing over to see.
Goyle's face was even more red than the time he'd been forced to climb all 7 flights of stairs to get his wand back from Tracey.
"I didn't steal your chips!" he roared. "You stole mine! Calvorio!"
Goyle managed to point his wand precisely somehow, the spell landed exactly where it was meant to - on Crabbe's fat head, and suddenly, all the hair on the boy's head fell off.
There was a moment of silence, before the entire Great Hall burst into screeching laughter, as the pair of Slytherins began to try and hex each other. Blake cast a glance at the teachers through the crowd - none were at the table, but he could see some of them trying to push through the crowd.
"Expelliarmus!" Snape shouted. He was the first one to get there, and Crabbe's wand flew out of his hand.
"Expelliarmus!" another voice shouted - Lupin had made it to the scene too, and disarmed Goyle quickly - impressive, given how much the fat boy was flailing around under the dancing leg spell.
Snape shot Lupin a look, before casting a 'Finite Incantatem' on Goyle, finally stopping the madness - or so he thought. Before Snape could get a word out, Crabbe leapt over the table and rushed at Goyle, wandless, and punched him square in the face. As two boys tumbled to the ground, Lupin and Snape were both forced to act and separate them (using a lot of effort, they were both very heavy).
After much struggle and swearing from the two Slytherin boys, they were finally separated. The Great Hall was silent, except for the sound of Crabbe and Goyle's heaving breath - a sign of their exertion (they each cast one spell and exchanged one blow).
"Well, that was… interesting," a familiar voice said. Dumbledore had apparently appeared from nowhere, and - for once - he did not sound happy.
"Mr Crabbe and Mr Goyle… perhaps we'd better have a conversation in my office. Professor Snape, would you care to join us?"
Not a single student dared even to breathe in that moment, and Blake was reminded once again that despite Dumbledore's happy, kind, innocent outwards demeanour, the man was the most dangerous person alive.
"Of course, Headmaster," Snape responded, glaring at the offending duo. The two boys had not looked up since Dumbledore spoke, and they silently shuffled towards the exit.
"The rest of you, please - continue to enjoy your meal," Dumbledore said, returning to his normal, happy tone.
The school wasn't fooled, however. Everyone went back to their seats in silence, and stayed that way until Dumbledore and Snape had left the Great Hall.
Before anyone on their table could say anything, Blake spoke up.
"Just relax, I'll explain later," he said under his breath but loud enough for them all to hear.
"What in Merlin's name was that?" Zabini said quickly, and the rest of them followed suit. It wasn't hard to show their expected reaction - they laughed at Crabbe and Goyle's expense loudly and proudly, not caring about the looks the older Slytherins gave them.
It's well past the stage where there's any point in distancing from me, Blake thought. They already hate me, and a lot of them probably hate Zabini too, but they can't do anything to us because of Daphne being a Greengrass.
"Renshaw," a voice suddenly called. The Great Hall went silent again. Snape had returned, but Dumbledore, Crabbe and Goyle were nowhere to be seen.
"Come with me," Snape said, his eyes boring into Blake's. Occlumency, Blake reminded himself. Snape's the type of person to be a Legilimens. I'm not taking that risk, won't let him near my mind.
"The Headmaster would like to speak to you. Follow me."
Snape seemed to be waiting for something - a reaction, a twitch, a blink, a sign that Blake was guilty. But Blake had prepared for this.
"Of course, Professor," he said, feigning confusion. Snape narrowed his eyes, but turned to leave nonetheless.
Walking out of the Great Hall, Blake felt all the eyes in the room trained on him. He looked at Nott and Rafael quickly, and their eyes were wide once again, but this time, they looked guilty, almost as if they felt bad.
Blake resisted the urge to laugh or smile, instead choosing to look on, straight ahead.
Everything's going exactly as planned.
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