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So, the next half of the grand shaking things up experiment. LOL I have to give credit for the chapter title to the iPod of evil (otherwise knows as Darth Pod). Just as I was getting to the end of this one, it flipped to the old Johnny Mercer song One For My Baby, and somehow it seemed to fit. :) Here's a link to the Frank Sinatra version, if you're interested!
 
Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: One More For the Road
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment.

“Azalea, come on!” Issobell threw open the curtains around Azalea’s bed. “Getting out of the castle will do you good!” She turned to face Hyacinth. “It’ll do both of you good!” It’d been a long week. Though talking about it all seemed to help both girls get back to normal, they still weren’t quite as lively as Issobell wanted to see them.
 
Azalea yawned and stretched. She was finally sleeping again, and had been trying to catch up on some of the rest she’d missed over the last week when Issobell started yelling. “I don’t know…” she spoke through another yawn. “I have a lot of work to do…”
 
“That sounds familiar.” Hyacinth let out a dry laugh.
 
“I’m serious!” Green eyes flashed. “I’ve been a little off my game… lately. I let tons of stuff pile up this week.”
 
“I know.” Hyacinth looked at the pile of books beside her bed. “I was actually thinking of skipping out too.” Her cheeks flushed a little.
 
“Alright fine. Your loss.” Issobell walked out of the room, cloak over her shoulder. “Have fun!”
 
“Was I that huffy when I tried to drag you to Hogsmeade last time?” Hyacinth’s brow furrowed.
 
“Yup.” Azalea smiled and curled back up under her covers.
 
Issobell entered the Great Hall just in time to grab a piece of toast before the plates vanished. Rowena sat next to her, and studied her face for a second. “Let me guess…”
 
“Homework.” Issobell spoke through the mouthful of toast. “I thought they’d want to get out of here for awhile.”
 
Rowena shrugged. She had the feeling that both of their friends felt safer in the castle, but she didn’t voice it. “Let’s get going then.” Spring, it seemed had settled itself comfortably over Hogsmeade that day. The road into town was nearly packed with students, and most of the stores were jammed as well. They stopped for a moment in front of Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop. “I’m almost out of ink.” Rowena mused for a moment.
 
“Well,” Issobell looked through the window, seeing nothing of interest to her. “I want to hit up Honeydukes… meet me there?”
 
Rowena nodded and smiled. “Good luck getting in.” Issobell waved back as she hurried up the street to join the mob that seemed to have formed outside the candy shop. Once she had her ink, a lovely dark shade of blue, she strolled casually along the street. She glanced quickly at the building that had once been home to Zonko’s Joke Shop. It had been boarded up since the war, but now it seemed to be a flurry of activity. The boards on the windows were replaced with proper glass windows with lettering in purple and gold; Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. There was much construction happening on the inside as well. She saw many wizards building shelving, fixing walls and all lead by Fred and George Weasley. She smiled as she walked by, not noticing George quickly excusing himself from his conversation with his twin. She heard someone call her name and turned, confused. “George? What is it?” He’d known her to see her when he was at Hogwarts, and no doubt Hyacinth had spoken of her friends to him, but she was a little surprised, nonetheless.
 
“Is Cin with you?” Rowena sensed the concern under the casual tone of his voice.
 
She shook her head. “No, she said she had a lot of work to do back at the castle.” She paused. “I’m sure if she knew you’d be here…”
 
“Yeah, I should have mentioned it.” He didn’t seem to be talking to her anymore, more to himself. He quickly snapped out of it though, a flash of concern was still in his eyes. “Did she tell you?” Rowena nodded slowly. “How is she?”
 
Rowena sighed. “A little jumpy yet, but…” she let a smile cross her lips. “She’ll be fine. She’s already back to giving Issobell and Azalea grief for not studying enough.”
 
George chuckled softly. “Couldn’t ask for a better sign than that.”
 
 
Issobell huffed slightly, tapping her toe on the cobblestones as she stood in line outside Honeydukes. No amount of sugar quills was worth all this waiting. She looked up the line for the hundredth time, spotting Draco and his monkeys a few spots ahead of her. “Malfoy!”
 
He turned looking less than impressed. “What?”
 
She slipped out of line and walked up to him, sure that what she had to say didn’t need to be heard by his minions, in fact, it was safer if it wasn’t. “When Rowena shows up, could you tell her I’m at the Three Broomsticks?”
 
He made a face like she had just asked him to do something truly grueling and horrifying, but his voice was soft. “Sure.”
 
Without another word she pushed her way through the crowd and headed up the street to the warmth and comfort of the pub. She hurried to claim an empty table in a corner of the room. She’d just slung her cloak over the back of her chair when a full mug of butterbeer hit the table. “Lea joining you later?” She looked up, and her mouth hung open. “What?”
 
“Sorry…” She shook her head as Oliver sat down. “No, Azalea’s back at the castle. She said she’d been slacking off all week and wanted to get some work done.” She watched as disappointment settled in his eyes. “I’m sure she’d love it if you surprised her up there.” Issobell sipped at the butterbeer in front of her as he stared into the fire in the grate.
 
“How’s she doing?” His voice was low. Issobell studied him for a moment. Her first reaction to what her friends had told her had been anger, though she knew it was totally irrational, a little of that had lingered. But now that he was sitting in front of her, she was able to see how much all that happened was weighing on him. She imagined it was the same with George.
 
“She’s sleeping better. The first few nights were rough, I think, but she’s back into her routine.” He nodded. “I think…” She sighed, trying to find the right words, “I think she’d feel better if she saw you.” An awkward silence fell on the table, and when the door to the pub swung open, both sets of eyes shot toward it. Rowena entered, followed by George. He’d offered her a butterbeer in thanks for information on Hyacinth. Oliver waved them over. The conversation drifted from the horrors of the weekend previous to lighter topics. Afterwards, the girls headed back to the castle.
 
“Huh…” Issobell seemed to be thinking as they reached the door.
 
“What?” Rowena’s brow furrowed a little.
 
“Gryffindors aren’t as bad as I thought they were.” The redhead laughed lightly, and Rowena joined in as she pushed the door open, spilling the light from the pub out onto the darkening streets. As they stepped out, Rowena heard a familiar voice drift to her ears from the pub.
 
George’s laugh floated over the din of voices. “Come on, mate. One more for the road.”
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