AN: Enoby and Draco suck at magic dueling. They also bomb at Victor Krum ICWQC Tour 2006
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That night, I went outside and got into my flying purple Cadillac (license plate TYPONGTV) and flew off to Hogsmeade. When I got there, I saw, unsurprisingly, Draco and Enoby. Draco was wearing what appeared to be a Simple Plan tee, baggy black over-the-foot skater pants, and eyeliner. Enoby had on a black minidress, arm-fishnets, red leg-fishnets, and black lace-up high-heeled boots. They smelled of crack, weed, and cigarettes. Just then, Good Charlotte took the stage and began performing. The dreaded duo started moshing.
"You come in cold, covered in blood
they're all so happy you arrived
the doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom
she sets you free into this life" sang Joel [lyrics (c) Joel and Benji Madden]
"Joel is so fucking hot" said Enoby to Draco, pointing to Joel as the Inland Empire Bro continued singing "the Chronicles of Life and Death" to the sweet sounds of his band. I Smirked.
"He's certainly not the bishie goth boy you think he is," I uttered, struggling to contain my amusement. Suddenly, Enoby turned to me.
"FUK U POSER I BET U LYK DA FAK HES DATIN DAT TODEL SLUT HILARY DUF! DAT IZ SO UNFAIR!"
I Cringed, partially because of Enoby's sudden reaction, but also because she thought I was a fan of Hilary Duff just because I didn't have the same cliquish emo kid mindset as her. I then crossed my arms and gave her a stern look. Enoby gulped.
"DARKO! CROOKSHANKS DAT BICH!"
"Expelliarmus," I shouted, whipping out and pointing my wand at Draco. Draco's wand fell out his hand. Enoby pulled out her shockingly stunted wand. I did the same to her. Enoby picked up her wand, as did Draco, and they left, cranky and defeated. "Cum on Darko, let's go mete Joel an Benjy an stuff," said Enoby, as the two walked off. I smacked myself in the face. How could both of these dreaded, influential Slytherins be so pathetically easy to defeat? I mean, I'm a skilled duelist, but these two were so easy, a house-elf with Avoidant Personality Disorder could defeat both of them at once. Maybe even a single battle droid.
After that, I drank a butterbeer and went back to my flying Cadillac, and drove into the Forbidden Forest.