Justin strolled into Happy Hearth, not exactly certain what he was going to say or do. He'd been nosing around this morning and sure enough, Corner's secretary was in MLE custody. It was all a bit hush hush on what exactly she had done, but Justin had learned it seemed to involve illegal potions. He was thinking it might be related to the illegal dealer in Knockturn, but no one would tell him much of anything.

He wanted to talk bikkies though. Specifically bikkies that made your digestive system go boom.

It seemed Kristen was manning the register while Mac was waiting the tables. Justin supposed Hannah was baking in the back. It was not as busy as the last time he'd been in, but then again, it wasn't lunchtime either.

"Hallo, Justin."

"Kristen," he said with a nod. Before turning. "Mac."

"Finch-Fletchley."

"Say, MacDougal, you're pretty good friends with Harry, yeah?"

"Aye."

"Might be time for a check in."

"Oh?"

"I'll let him tell you what's going on."

Hannah had come out of the back just in time to hear that. "Something's wrong with Harry? Dobby said he wasn't eating right and there had been a drunken incident, but there's something else?"

"No," Justin said scowling. he didn't want to tell Hannah he'd found Harry drunk and passed out on the stairs. She'd panic. "That's pretty much the way of it. You talk to Dobby?"

"Every few days. He keeps me updated on Harry. We trade information for biscuits."

And here's my in. "Speaking of the biscuits, can we talk? In private?"

Kristen and Mac exchanged a look.

"Of course."

"Kristen. Mac," Justin said nodding.

"Justin," Kristen said as Mac was replying, "Finch-Fletchley."

Hannah tuned to Justin with a smile and opened her mouth to speak when he was up close suddenly and hissing in her face.

"I can not believe you poisoned Michael Corner. Are you insane?"

"I did not poison him."

She was getting terribly frustrated with this trend of people thinking she was poisoning others just because she had dosed two sets of bikkies with the power of watery bowels. At least Justin was discreet though. At least he had not ran in hexing sweets from mouths.

"And don't hiss are you insane at me int hat tone. You sound just like Blaise."

"Fine," Justin said. "Not poisoned. Made him sick then. Spitting hairs, I say, but anyhow Hannah, he said he got sick from pick iced biscuits."

Hannah gasped. "HE ate them? No! Tarty Tartpants was supposed to eat them!"

What-y What-pants? "Who?"

"Tarty Tartpants. Michael's secretary. The slag who made a move on another girl's man! She was supposed to eat them, not Michael! Oh no!"

Tarty Tartpants. Oh man. "Oh, she ate them too. She just shared."

"She wasn't supposed to share!" Hannah started pacing and wringing her hands. "Oh dear. Oh dear. I put quite a large dose in them. He wasn't very ill, was he? Oh dear. Dreadful. Just dreadful. Must apologize. Seriously, was he very ill?"

"He didn't go into detail before I punched him."

"You punched Michael? Justin, how could you? He's been ill."

"Ill because of YOU!"

"Well... well, wait a minute. He cheated on Suse. I'm glad he was ill."

"I think there's more to that than we know, Han. Tarty Tartpants was arrested by the MLE."

"I KNEW she had him under the Imperius! Well, Susan will understand. They'll work it out. Oh this is much better."

"I don't think they will," Justin said with a sigh. He hated to not give Hannah her happy ending that she always looked for. "It wasn't the Imperius, but I think she did something to him. As for Susan, Michael said she was seeking comfort in someone else's arms."

"She slept with Joscelin?"

"I didn't say that," Justin's eyes were wide. Who in the bloody hell was Joscelin? "I don't know who. Corner did not specify. He did seem rather down though."

"Oh the poor dear. You think he'd like some biscuits to cheer him up?"

Justin gave her a look.

"Right then. Likely not," Hannah said with a grimace.

"Hannah, I want your solemn promise that you will not poison anyone else."

Hannah glared at him. "I won't make that promise. I'll apologize to Michael, as he was not my intended target. Stop saying poison. You make it sound as if I killed someone. All it was, was a little diarrhea."

"A little diarrhea? Is there such a thing? I don't think Corner of his secretary would call it very little."

Hannah sighed. She would need to owl Michael Corner and apologize. She needed to be more careful. She needed to make sure no one else got harmed. Also, with everything else that had happened recently, she needed to just bake and leave the revenge to Slytherins. "Well, after what happened with Ginny, I don't think I'll be putting any extra additives in my biscuits anyhow, so no worries."

Justin frowned.

"You don't know? Someone tried to poison her. Something very nasty. She almost died. If Blaise had not have been there, she would have. Whoever it was bought the biscuits here then dosed them. Draco thinks it's his fault. he thinks it's someone who's out to get him."

Justin considered. He knew Malfoy had been getting death threats, and the prat was just excellent at making friends. "It very well could be."

"Justin!"

"I didn't say it was. I'm just not ruling out that it could be related." Justin picked up a biscuit and sniffed it before taking a bite.

Hannah decided a subject change was in order. "So what did you and Lavender do for her birthday? Have sex?"

Justin started coughing. What was it with his female friends wanting him to undress Lavender Brown and have his way with her? First Susan and the naughty undies, now this.


{SUMMARY} Justin visits Hannah to talk about special bikkies.