Draco Malfoy's POV:

Currently Draco tells Crabbe and Goyle some of his thought on Hagrid.

"A two roll essay! I mean, come on, who could fill two rolls with stupid stuff about bloody stupid hippogriffs? My father will hear about this! How dare he.."

A owl lands on his plate, from which he jumps back, as it's sleek black feathers get soaked in chicken noodle soup and covered in bread crumbs. The owl shakes itself, and the food sprays onto a spluttering Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle.

"Oi, owl! Get out of there!" Draco says, slapping the owl out and grabbing a napkin to wipe his robes with. The owl limps next to a bowl of rolls and flutters its wings slightly, and irritably, and sticks its thin leg out, from which a letter is attached. Draco quickly unties the letter with a scowl and his scowl deepens when he sees what it says.

Hello Mr. Malfoy!

You detention will be completed Friday after dinner, and you will be cleaning the paddock where I had shown the class the hippogriffs, and the shed, next to the paddock, where they reside at night or when it rains. You will mow the grass and make sure there is no dung to be found. You'll have to take the new hay there to the shed, cut up the meat slabs for the hippogriffs, and don't worry, because the hippogriffs will be at my hut while you do this.

Sincerely, Professor Hagrid

"He wants me to clean dung! Ohh, my father will hear about this, you mark my bloody words!" Draco exclaims, pushing the owl away, plopping down, and sticking in letter roughly into his robes pocket.

"Ya, 'I'm stupid Hagriddd, an' I-I, well, er, I'm so stupid I can' think of ernythang ter say!" Crabbe says, and Draco and Goyle laugh loudly at his joke.