Sincerely, Vincent Crabbe

Fifth year Hogwarts' student, Vincent Crabbe entered inside an empty classroom noisily. As he entered in, he saw Ronald Weasel standing there, a piece of parchment, an ink bottle and a battered quill next to his right hand that was pressed against the teacher's desk. Weasel glared at Crabbe and said:

"You aren't thick as you look, Crabbe." Weasel commented. "Decided to turn up, haven't you, you smarmy git?"

"Uh… uh…" Crabbe tried to utter some words but you see, he couldn't even string a simple word as 'cat' even now.

"Don't make the effort to speak, Crabby boy." Weasel snapped. "I saw what you did to that Muggle-born third year. Stunned him, didn't you, you stupid troll?"

Crabbe tried to utter something, but the Weasel King just went on, "I'm giving you detentions, Crabbe. You have to do lines."

Fear and anger gripped Crabbe like Dementors would when they were about to Kiss someone. How dare that Weasel give him lines? Who did he think he was? A prefect?

Oh wait, he was a prefect.

Also, there was a problem with his writing. Crabbe's handwriting was as good as a small twitchy kid.

"No…" Crabbe said. Yay! It was victory time! Crabbe could finally utter a word! He ought to tell Draco though… Draco's mum would send him, Crabbe, some nice cakes for the party that Draco would host.

"Okay, so the lines are..." Weasel King said the lines which Crabbe had to write (Poor Crabbe couldn't understand the meaning of each word of that line). "Now, you have to –"

"RON!" A new voice shrieked. The classroom door burst open and that Granger Mudblood entered the room. Crabbe couldn't help feeling something different about Granger Mudblood. Was she a bit taller? Did she not have those things which have white coloured square or rectangular thingies bound together right then? Or was she looking pretty?

"Oh, hello, Hermione," Weasel King said, smilingly. "I was just telling Crabbe to do his detention –"

"Ronald, you dolt, your brothers are doing it again. They are testing the first years with their Fainting Fancies!" The Now Pretty Granger Mudblood said. "You'd better come with me or else Umbridge will catch them soon!" Before Weasel King could say anything else, Granger Mudblood took his hand and yanked him out of the classroom, leaving Crabbe alone.

Crabbe wanted to run, but something caught his eye. The parchment and the quill on the desk were still there and something was written on the parchment.

Oooh, what was that, now?

Crabbe slowly tiptoed over to the desk, looking as though he was a monkey doing ballet. He pushed aside the quill and the ink with his stubby fingers and scooped up the parchment and frowned to read what was written in there:

"De-ur- Fan – Fic – shun – writ – writerz." Crabbe read, not understanding a word that he said. What if... what if he wrote the lines in this parchment and clear out of there? And then he could have the party...

So, Crabbe put the parchment on the desk. He unscrewed the inkbottle and dipped the tip of the battered quill to start writing beneath the first line. After a long time, he was tired, but pleased with the way he had written the whole thing. It was:

Dear FanFiction Writers,

I must not look like a baboon's backside.

Sincerely,

Now Crabbe was slightly confused what to write under, 'Sin-see-early'. Should he sign his name? All right, he should follow his instinct.

Sincerely,

Vincent Crabbe


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