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Jeon Jungkook prided himself on many things. His good looks, wealth, magical talent, but most of all, he prided his ability to cause suffering and annoyance to one Park Jimin. The fact that Jimin seemed to have an equal talent in regard to Jungkook himself only worked to goad him. For after all, he was a Jungkook and Jungkook’s were nothing if not vindictive.

Of course, many of his attempts at revenge tended to backfire rather spectacularly, but that was beside the point.

An essential part of park Jimin-torture meant being keenly aware of what he and his reject friends were up to. The sudden absence of leaves on several of Professor Sprout’s rare plants; the now-half-empty bottle of powdered Centaur’s hoof from Potions class; and the muttering insistence of Flich that someone was prowling the halls at night again, had not gone unnoticed by Jungkook. It all added up quickly in his mind and had Jimin stamped all over it. He wondered whether to get involved or not.

Jungkook did some quick mental calculations and decided that after that incident with the frogs and cherry pie, he and Jimin were on the same level in the humiliation department. Jimin was past due for the next plunge into shame. As long as he didn’t take Jungkook with him.

Ignoring a vague sense of foreboding, Jungkook rearranged his schedule to include eavesdropping.

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“Now we just have to get Jungkook in the right spot...”

“Actually, that’s the easy part.” When the two boys stared at her with identically blank expressions, Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Really you two. After all this time I would have thought you learned something.”

Enlightenment refused to dawn. With the sigh of one dwelling amidst shocking stupidity, he motioned the two to follow him.

They continued to remain clueless as Hoseok lead them through one hallway into the next. Around this corner, past that portrait, dodging a Hufflepuff here and a ghost there. Jimin and namjoon were just beginning to wonder if he’d lost whatever sense he had, when Hoseok suddenly grabbed them, hauled them behind a half-open door, and announced in an overly loud dramatic ‘whisper’:

“SO! We’ll do it in the south tower on the second floor where there’s an old classroom in the back. Two o’clock should be the perfect time. Right?”

In response to his glare, the boys belatedly and loudly agreed . Somewhere down to their left came a faint noise, a barely stifled “Ha!”, and then rapid footsteps scurrying away. They waited until the footsteps vanished before going back into the hall.

“Wha--how did you--?” namjoon demanded, eyes wide. Hoseok smiled.

“Come on, did you really think Jeon Jungkook hadn't noticed what we’ve been doing? The boy is obsessed! Of course he’d be looking for a chance to foil our plans,” he flipped his hair, “One must simply find the right mouse to catch the snake.” here the dramatic hoseok