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Mysterious Cake
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
It would forever be remembered as the Day of the Mysterious Cake. Vincent had come up with the name, and Gregory couldn't help but admit that it sounded rather more interesting than just calling the day 'Christmas'. No one had ever bothered telling him what Christmas was anyway. Draco had said it was something to do with a half-veela having an illegitimate child by the heir of an old pureblood line and then covering the whole affair up by telling the boy he was the next Hercules, but for some reason Gregory couldn't help but wonder whether Draco had got his facts wrong. The looks that mudblood Granger had been shooting him when she heard what he was saying had made him wonder, but then again what would a mudblood know anyway?
Whatever Christmas really was, Gregory had decided a long time ago that it was one of his favourite days of the year because he got to eat as much as he wanted and no one could complain. Well, Draco had tried to complain, saying that he and Vincent were obviously part troll because they were eating so much, but Draco was tiny compared to him and Vincent so it was obvious that they'd have to eat more, wasn't it? Anyway, because it was Christmas no one could tell him off for eating a lot, and that's why Gregory liked it.
He had liked it even more when he and Vincent had been making their way out of the Great Hall because that was when they had found the Mysterious Cakes. The cakes themselves weren't particularly mysterious (they were obviously chocolate cupcakes of some sort) – no, the mysterious thing was that the cakes were floating. Gregory had never seen a cake float before. Neither had Vincent, by the amazed look on his face.
Gregory looked at Vincent. Vincent looked back at Gregory. That was when they decided to eat the cakes. They knew what chocolate cupcakes tasted like, of course, but Gregory wanted to see if they tasted different because they were floating just above a banister rail, and cakes just didn't randomly appear on banisters unless they were magical, did they? So Mysterious Cake had to taste different from normal cake, right?
The next thing Gregory knew, he and Vincent were sprawled out in a broom cupboard, their robes and their shoes scattered randomly on top of them. Gregory blinked. He had the vague recollection that he and Vincent had just followed a white rabbit through the back of the broom cupboard to a place that was covered in snow, then they had defeated an evil muggle and her grinning pet cat by throwing Mysterious Cakes at them. Or maybe he was just getting confused by all the books he'd seen Tracey Davis reading in the common room recently, he wasn't sure.
When they got back to the common room, Gregory decided to tell Draco all about the adventure that he and Vincent had just had. Draco didn't seem to care; he just sighed and shook his head in typical bored-Draco-fashion.
"Well if there were these 'Mysterious Cakes' like you claim there were, which I very much doubt, by the way, there was obviously something illegal in them," Draco replied. "You've been acting even more moronic than usual today, and I hadn't thought it was possible. First you seemed to think that I'm the heir of Slytherin even though I thought we'd cleared that issue up two weeks into November, and now you think you've been fighting evil muggles and grinning cats."
Draco looked bored with his stories. Vincent wasn't though; he was just sad he couldn't remember the adventure they'd had like Gregory could. That was why, later that night, Vincent and Gregory decided that one day they would find the Mysterious Cake again, and this time they'd go off on an even more fun adventure and take Draco with them.
They never did.