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Who: James Potter [

pottershotter] and Severus Snape [

slytherinslie]
Where A closet on the sixth floor.
When: Post event, June 9th
Rating: PG-13 for ~FANTASY VIOLENCE~ and beatings.
Summary: James and Snape were not quite in their right minds during the event. James, feeling badly for everything he had ever done wrong (real or imagined) saved Snape from fangirls (most definitely imagined) by pulling them both into a closet. Now that the event is over, will they survive each other's company?
the Story:

James slowly awoke, yawning and stretching as much as the closet would really allow. His first conscious thought was that he felt really, really good. In fact, he felt incredibly awesome, and completely refreshed and recharged. There was nothing he couldn't do! There was no mountain he couldn't climb, no river he couldn't swim, and no beast he could not tame. It really felt like it was going to be a great day.

Then he remembered where he was, and why he was where he was, and the grease bucket he was sitting next to.

Briefly, he contemplated really quietly unlocking the door and sneaking away. But he couldn't do that! Snape's reaction would be too priceless to just miss like that! The look on his face would be entirely worth it. So, he nudges Snape.

" Hey!" Nudge, nudge. " Wakey, wakey, Snivellus. Time to get your arse up!"

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Severus had slept well, better than he had in a long while. And when he woke up, things seemed... normal again. He could remember things, no one was chasing him...

And then he remembered exactly where he was and why... Not to mention who was sitting there next to him.

The nudging didn't help. Blinking groggily, all the hatred that had been non-existent just a day ago came flooding back and with a snarl, Snape shoved James' hand away and scooted to the other corner. The door was still on the other side of James' body, so Severus couldn't quite get away yet... but if it took it, he wouldn't hesitate to hex James. His wand was already out anyway.

"I don't see you doing anything useful," he snarled, glaring across the dark closet at where he thought James had been.

James laughed. He missed having such an easy-to-anger Snape! Well, in retrospect he did. Sirius had been right - obviously something in that event had caused him to lose him damn mind. Luckily he was feeling much better and far more like himself today.

" I woke you up! How is that not helpful, you ungrateful bucket of grease?" Then James pondered. " Hm...it's been what, three or four days? It's probably worse than it usually is, if that's possible."

He just couldn't help himself. He'd gone days without so much as an insult to Snape! He rationalized it by calling it "making up for lost time". All the same, he had his wand within reach.

Severus growled softly at the sound of the laugh. He hated that laugh, hated that voice. Arrogant James Potter was indeed back and Severus was cursing that fact. He could hear that voice and it ground his nerves.

"Nothing you do is helpful," came the responding retort, followed closely by, "Impedimenta!"

Unfortunately, Snape was a bit off his mark as he scrambled to his feet. How did he know? The fist-sized hole that was blasted through the door was a really good indication.

The hole wasn't too far off its mark. The hole was very clearly just to the side of James' face, a bit uncomfortably close to it. Light leaked into the room though, and unfortunately for Snape, it gave James a clearer view than he'd had.

" Missed me!" he laughed. Luck was on his side this time! " Expelliarmus!"

Hopefully the disarming would distract him long enough for James to get the door open. A closet was hardly the safest place to be fighting, especially with spells. If they were going to have a good duel, it needed to be out in the hall.

Snape cursed at the crash of the spell through the door and barely had enough time to pull off a proper Shield Charm. His wand rolled to the tips of his fingers by the time the Charm took hold and he had to fumble with it to hang on.

However, he noticed what James was attempting to do and quickly countered to attempt to keep him from inviting in trouble. Knowing the Gryffindor, he was about to go call for backup, the coward.

"Sectumsempra!"

He had a better view this time around. James had better duck quickly if he wanted to avoid this one.

James had a split second to decide whether he would defend himself or open the door. He knew that spell a little too well, and just what it would do to him if it hit him dead-on.

So James turned himself, in an effort to roll out of the way (which was highly difficult in such a cramped space). He didn't quite make it though, but instead of hitting him in the back it struck him on the arm. It was likely going to leave a mark.

He glared at Snape. Fine. They would fight in the closet. James could certainly handle that. His pride wouldn't allow him to try and leave, despite his better judgment, and so he let of of the door.

" Aguamenti!" He aimed the jet of water for Snape's face. If they were going to do this, Snape simply needed to have a bath first, no doubt about it.

Severus felt a flicker of satisfaction at the fact that the spell hit James, but it was dampened by disappointment that it missed his face. Regardless, he was forced to bring to mind a spell to counter the jet of water that was now careening for his head.

"Confringo!"

The spell was aimed at the water jet, making the other spell explode outward as it ended. The entire closet was soaked with water as Snape brought his wand around with a quick flourish and sent a Conjunctivitis Curse straight at James' eyes... or at least where they had been moments before.

James ducked down as the curse came at him, splashing in a puddle of water. Snape hadn't quite gotten the bath James had wanted to give him, but at least he hadn't been hit again. From where he was, he pointed his wand up at Snape.

"Relashio!"

Fiery sparks shot out from his wand, and it was liable to definitely cause damage to something, whether it was Snape or the closet they were in. It would do Snape good to watch out - James was pretty sure grease was flammable.

Severus didn't even attempt to counter the sparks, preferring to leap out of their way completely. If James caught fire to the closet, it wouldn't be his fault. Bull-headed git.

Popping back up a second later, where he had a better line of sight towards James, Snape aimed his next spell.

"Incarcerus!"

Rope shot from his wand, aiming at any part of James they could reach. With any luck at all, the idiot's huge head would keep him from going anywhere before the ropes tied him up.

The scent of burnt wood lingered, but there didn't seem to be any flames remaining when the spell was done. Looking up though, they might notice violent scorch marks above them.

James moved out of the way quickly, the rope striking loudly against the door behind where he had been. The last thing James wanted was to be caught in Snape's grasp.

Perhaps he could knock him out and lock him inside the closet? Oh, he'd come back for him...eventually. Lily would probably murder him otherwise. And then Harry would never be born, and that would probably make the future pretty awful.

He took aim. " Stupefy!"

The rope disappeared the second they hit something that was not their target and almost as soon as that had happened, Severus was forced to leap aside again to avoid the jet of red light that went careening in his direction. Not bothering to get up until after he had cast his next spell, the Slytherin concentrated on fire.

If James wanted to play dangerously, he was going to risk being burned for it.

"Incendio!" came the cry, as the wand was aimed at James' face.

Let that teach the bastard his lesson.

James only barely made it. He ducked, of course, but needed to brush his fingers against his hair to make certain it hadn't been singed. Unfortunately, the door was not so lucky. It had caught on fire from the spell and the closet brightened considerably from the glow of the flames. The burning-wood smell returned.

But James was livid. Snape had nearly burnt off his face. It was practically a work of art! He lifted his wand to retaliate, but there was only one thought on his mind. It was reckless, and it was careless, but more than anything else, James really, really wanted Snape to explod-

"Expulso!"

...It retrospect, it probably wasn't one of James' best ideas.

The sight of James ducking like a coward brought a heady feeling of triumph to Snape, but it was short lived as he was forced to turn sideways to avoid the next jet of light. The spell was on the tip of his tongue when James' hit the wall behind him.

The closet wall literally exploded outwards, blasting Severus off his feet and into a front somersault through the air. He crashed, alongside several things that had once belonged to the closet (like pieces of the wooden door), to the floor, skidding to a stop with a THUD against the wall on the far side of the hallway.

Barely able to see, he staggered to his feet. Like hell was he going to let James get the jump on him after something like that. As soon as James was within sight, a Stinging Hex would be finding its way towards him.

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