Grumpily, he dodged Peony and took a seat by his friend, Draco Malfoy.
"Peony Mowbray likes you," Draco said, his eyes sparkling in amusement.
"You're a genius, Draco, a genius," he retorted, posing his spoon on the side of the bowl in the position needed to flick food at someone.
"Defendere!" Draco grinned as a dark shadow spread over his body. "I'm rubber, and you're glue, whatever you throw bounces off me and sticks to you. Literally. So no throwing porridge, Werdna."
"Cool," Andrew said, dropping his spoon and inspecting the shadow. "Is that Dark Magic?"
"Nah," said Draco sadly. "But more advanced shields are, to some degree," He added, cheering slightly.
"Awesome," Remarked Crabbe dully. Crabbe was one of Draco's friends, who was in his fifth year like Draco. Andrew didn't like Crabbe very much. He was one of the ass-kissers that were the overwhelming majority of Slytherin house.
"Argh!" shrieked Draco, as porridge flew everywhere. Andrew was jerked out of his reverie. "I told you to keep your bloody owl in your own porridge bowl!" Draco bellowed, but was too funny looking in his suit of porridge to be intimidating. Andrew burst out laughing. Several other people did, too. He saw Ron Weasley at the Gryffindor table stand up in his chair to get a good look at Draco.
Glancing at the teacher's table to make sure they weren't looking, Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Andrew's throat. "Caecus Durus!"
Andrew stopped laughing. In fact, he could hardly breathe. He couldn't move, either. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Weasley fell off his chair, still laughing at Draco. The milk jug landed on his head.
While this was happening, Draco spun around, pointing his wand suggestively at the remaining Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff laughers, who quieted instantly, seeing Andrew's fate. Draco then turned on the Gryffindor table, but they were busy trying to get the milk jug off Ron's head. "Paenitentia," he said casually, flicking his wand in Andrew's direction. Andrew took a thankful gulp of air.
"What was that?" He inquired.
"Dark Magic," said Draco simply, putting his wand in his pocket.
"Peony Mowbray likes you," Draco said, his eyes sparkling in amusement.
"You're a genius, Draco, a genius," he retorted, posing his spoon on the side of the bowl in the position needed to flick food at someone.
"Defendere!" Draco grinned as a dark shadow spread over his body. "I'm rubber, and you're glue, whatever you throw bounces off me and sticks to you. Literally. So no throwing porridge, Werdna."
"Cool," Andrew said, dropping his spoon and inspecting the shadow. "Is that Dark Magic?"
"Nah," said Draco sadly. "But more advanced shields are, to some degree," He added, cheering slightly.
"Awesome," Remarked Crabbe dully. Crabbe was one of Draco's friends, who was in his fifth year like Draco. Andrew didn't like Crabbe very much. He was one of the ass-kissers that were the overwhelming majority of Slytherin house.
"Argh!" shrieked Draco, as porridge flew everywhere. Andrew was jerked out of his reverie. "I told you to keep your bloody owl in your own porridge bowl!" Draco bellowed, but was too funny looking in his suit of porridge to be intimidating. Andrew burst out laughing. Several other people did, too. He saw Ron Weasley at the Gryffindor table stand up in his chair to get a good look at Draco.
Glancing at the teacher's table to make sure they weren't looking, Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Andrew's throat. "Caecus Durus!"
Andrew stopped laughing. In fact, he could hardly breathe. He couldn't move, either. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Weasley fell off his chair, still laughing at Draco. The milk jug landed on his head.
While this was happening, Draco spun around, pointing his wand suggestively at the remaining Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff laughers, who quieted instantly, seeing Andrew's fate. Draco then turned on the Gryffindor table, but they were busy trying to get the milk jug off Ron's head. "Paenitentia," he said casually, flicking his wand in Andrew's direction. Andrew took a thankful gulp of air.
"What was that?" He inquired.
"Dark Magic," said Draco simply, putting his wand in his pocket.