Hey, Draco here.
My mom says she wants to know what all happened this last week at Hogwarts
the last week of my last year there
but I didn't want to tell her
so she gave me this leather book
and told me to write about it
how I feel.
I told her I didn't have all the time in the world
but she said that that didn't matter
and that I could write like this:
kind of poetic, like freeverse
apparently.
So, I suppose I should get on with it and write about what happened
because I only have a half hour or so to write
before Father comes to wake me for breakfast-
or, more likely,
he'll send the maid.
Whichever.
So, the beginning.
We were eating dinner in the Great Hall
and it was just a normal day so far
a normal day of insults to the Gryffs
insults to the Claws
insults to the Puff-people
just an average day of insults.
But then one insult went too far
and Pansy Parkinson dumped her pumpkin juice on Blaise Zabini's head.
Bad idea, because he's been itching to start a food fight
itching for weeks.
So he launches a piece of pie right at her face
and she screams-
this awful, scratchy sound
it makes me want to run
run where I can't hear it
ten miles away, maybe more.
Who am I kidding
you'd have to be fifty miles away not to have heard that awful
shriek of a banshee
and I was sitting right next to her.
Then all of a sudden
chaos erupts.
The room is filled with food thrown everywhere
multiplied with magic
magically adapted to have perfect aim
which, naturally, amounts in utter disaster.
And then liquid is seeping through my hair
my skin, my shirt
and I am completely soaked.
I turn, and right by me is none other than Hermione Granger
evil bookworm Gryff Princess herself
and she's bent over in hysteria.
I blink the wetness off my eyes and rub them
wipe my face with my wet hands
and try real hard not to sock her in the nose right then and there.
Then I get an idea
I smile real wide
and reach for my plate full of pasta.
I pretend to hug her
and she's really surprised
starts to shove me away
but not before I shove the pasta down the back of her shirt
and then laugh in victory.
And then Colin Creevey is there
of course, with his bloody camera
and he's holding it up for a picture of me
and Hermione, too.
This is the part where it all went wrong-
just as he presses the trigger
or whatever you call the snappy-button-thing on the camera
some glowing alfredo sauce hits it
and there's this shiny red light
that keeps growing bigger and bigger
and brighter and brighter
redder and redder
powerful and more powerful...
until you can hear
and FEEL
this enormous BOOM sound
that causes us all to fall on our butts
into all the food that's on the floor
as if we weren't already spotted and stained enough with the stuff.
But that's not the worst part.
Dumbledore cleans up the whole mess with a hasty spell
since we're all on the ground and rendered speechless
for the moment, at least.
The worst part is that
when I'm standing up again to leave this place
I start CRYING
and I don't even know why I am.
