Crabbe wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, if comparing a dull-witted Slytherin pureblood to a muggle contraption was possible. His mate, Goyle, was no different. Even though they were each only 12 years old, they had fallen prey to one with higher brains: Draco Malfoy. And, unbelievable as it may seem, Crabbe and Goyle appeared to have lost even more of their miniscule thinking ability throughout their companionship with the young Malfoy.
Crabbe and Goyle walked side by side in the hallway, talking about minor things like dessert in the Great Hall, and slightly more important things, like Draco's menial jobs for the two. That's when, right before their eyes, floated two scrumptious and fluffy cupcakes. Goyle eyed Crabbe hungrily and began to reach out his hand, but Crabbe swiped his arm away.
"What?" Goyle asked, pushing Crabbe slightly. "It's a cupcake!" He exclaimed.
"Yes, but it's floating," Crabbe emphasized, showing that he did indeed have the ability to think.
"So?" Questioned Goyle.
"So," Crabbe began, "Don't you find it a bit odd?"
"I suppose..." Goyle admitted, "But it's Hogwarts, 'sn't it? I mean, staircases float."
"I guess. Look, let's just let it be..." Crabbe started, but Goyle had already grabbed the cupcake and taken a bit and nothing happened. Crabbe sighed, but then smiled and grabbed the other, hungrily taking a bite. When they dropped to the floor, the two were not aware of the snickering coming from three Gryffindors.
Author's Note:
I always wondered how those two could be so stupid in the movie, I mean really: If you see floating food right in front of you, and there's exactly TWO...Anyway, I hope you all continue to read. I'll update again tomorrow.
Until then,
-coloronthewalls