Heyy, guys! I was taking a break from fanfiction but it didn't work for very long, lol. Hope you enjoy! :D

Harry, Ron, and Seamus walked down the hall towards Transfiguration, arguing over who was better about the game 'Dungeons and Dragons'.

"I'm clearly the best here. I mean, I've been in a dungeon and I've handled dragons!" Harry said heatedly with intense hand gestures.

Ron rolled his eyes. "H-Pot. I've been in the dungeons too. It's called going to Potions. And my brother Charlie works with dragons, so I'm automatically the best!"

Seamus grinned obliviously. "Well, mates, I'm frankly just not even sure what we're talking about. Either of you ever seen the movie Troy?"

"I think so," Ron said slowly. "Is that the one where the new girl gets with the weird popular dude who plays basketball in a fit of glory and teenage angst?"

"No, Ron!" Harry scoffed. "That's Twilight."

Seamus gasped. "NO IT'S NOT! TWILIGHT SHOULD NEVER BE COMPARED TO ANYTHING AS GOOD AS HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL!"

"Oh, right, that's what it was called. Damn, Seamus, you liked that? That was the stupidest piece of bloody crap I've ever seen!"

Harry looked at Ron. "You watched it?"

"NO!" Ron said, the tips of his ears, nose, fingers, toes, and eyes turning a horrible shade of red.

"Don't blow up, Weasley. I don't want to have to clean up all your little bits and chunks."

All of the sudden, they spotted a blonde head heading in their direction.

Ron gasped wildly. "MALFOY, TWELVE O'CLOCK!"

Harry slapped Ron on the arm. "Come on, Ron! You don't yell that when he's right in front of us!" He sighed vigorously.

Malfoy came to a stop in front of them. "Well, well, well, if it isn't The Golden Boy and his sidekick, The Kid Who No One Remembers His Name Because Harry Potter Is So Much Better Than Him. And this other random kid. Who're you?" He asked, nodding at Seamus.

"I'm Seamus Finnegan! Resident Irish wizard: fighting bad dudes since St. Patrick bit the dust!"

Malfoy looked down his nose at Seamus. "Idiot. St. Patrick died ten million years ago. Everyone knows that, and you would too if you were a true Irishman," he sneered snootily.

"Ugh! I am too a true Irishman, got the freckles on my bum to prove it too!"

Harry screamed and covered his ears. "SEAMUS, TMI!"

Ron exhaled, irritated. "Harry, stop using trademark American lingo."

"Sorry. Too much information, I mean."

"Much better."

Malfoy sneezed.

Harry coughed.

Ron snuffled violently.

Seamus threw up.

They all stared at the puddle of sick on the floor.

After a while, "Is anyone going to clean this up?"

"Nope."

"Hm. Awkward."

Ugh, this is beyond horrible lol. Hope you liked it anyway! Thanks for reading!

Note to self: stay away from writing drabbles.

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