Sorry for all the typos in Chapter Two. I wrote it in a hurry. It spent
like 5 minutes to write because some people were rushing me. My computer is
weird so I will try to control the spacing. I try to write everything in
the morning before it gets hot and believe me, I wake up earlier for you
guys...hmphh! Selfish people out there! J/k enjoy this chapter.
p.s What's OOC?
DISCLAIMER- See Chapter Two.
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CHAPTER THREE
Draco slowly prepared himself before breakfast. He found himself fiddling with the odd muggle objects. He went downstairs to the kitchen and saw his "father". His "father" (let's refer to him as Mr. Fake and thus forth it will be Mrs. Fake rather than "Mrs. Malfoy".) had a friendly moustache and with glasses covering sparkling eyes.
"Good morning son!" Mr. Fake beamed while he read the London Times.
"Morning Luci--umm... I mean father," Draco emphasized "father" in a slimely sort of way with great disdain in his voice. "Anything new happening in the Daily--er I mean London Times?" Mr. Fake mumbled what sounded like, "uh huh". Mrs. Fake kindly slid a plate consisting of eggs and toast in front of Draco. "At least the food is the same," Draco thought to himself.
Before leaving the room, Mrs. Fake made a big fuss for Draco to wear certain accessories and giving him more things than he could hold. Mrs. Fake ushered her husband to quickly come. Mr. Fake had a camera in his hand. "Smile!" the parents sang in unison.
"What the--" Draco was cut off by a big flash.
"Isn't this exciting Draky-kins? Your starting your 8th year!" Mrs. Fake sobbed quietly, "My little baby is all grown up now!" At that, she burst into tears.
"Draco, son. Why don't you run along before you miss the bus." Mr. Fake said while comforting his wife.
Draco just nodded having no clue what a bus was. "Maybe it's some sort of primitive muggle transportation," he thought and ran over to a group of children around his age group. He waited impatiently with the others.
"What are we waiting for? Why are we all standing here?" Draco whined. Other children just stared at him. Some giggled, some gave him a blank stare. One boy, however, was brave enough to stand up to him.
"Hi! I'm Lemony. What's yours?" The boy said putting out a hand.
"I'm Draco. My name means dragon in Latin. I come from a pure blood line of wiz--er I mean of Englanders." Draco said pompously with his nose in the air. "Do you have a family crest?" Draco continued.
"Uh...what?" Lemony said puzzled. "You're not from here, are you?"
"Never mind. Muggles' brains were too small to comprehend such things. I knew it!" Draco hissed venomously.
"What did you call me?" Lemony threatened with his fists clenched.
"Er...I said, 'Mugs with brains are too small to comprehend such things.' Not you. You are not a mug! Hehehe" Sweat was soaking through his pores. Draco hit himself hard on the head noting his stupid-ness.
The smelly long vehicle was what they called a bus. "C'mon" motioned Lemony. "I'll sit with you, since you're new here!" Draco mumbled "ok" but I sounded more like, "your gay". Draco took the window seat and wondered what muggles learned at school. Lemony yapped on and on about London and all the great things. Draco just nodded and thought how Lemony and Crabbe and Goyle could be such good friends. Draco scribbled out a list of Lemony's and Crabbe's and Goyle's characteristics.
1. Annoying-ness.
2. Stupid-ness.
3. Trying to please Draco the King, the Mighty, the Brave, the Strong, the Intelligent...etc.
4. Pointless babbling.
5. Big.
6. Ugly.
Draco could think of no more because of his environment. He tucked his list away. He thought Crabbe and Goyle had great potential being a muggle. At long last, they arrived at the school. Draco reported to the office. Lemony accompanied him.
Draco peered through the office window. "OHMIGOD!!!!" Draco hollered.
"Oh! That's just the headmaster...he's not as bad as he see--" Lemony proudly said, but was cut off by Draco.
"That's not the headmaster...what's that *bleep* (censure...I refuse to use profanity) bloody professor doing here?" Draco yelled although he was surrounded by others including teachers. Lemony protested. "Another thing to add onto my list," Draco thought.
The professor stepped out to greet Draco. "Ah Draco! Your room number is: 384. I believe your friend here knows where that is. Lemony nodded with enthusiasm. "Here's your schedule. Have a nice day." The professor handed Draco his schedule and winked.
"Isn't this exciting? Hee hee hee! We have the same homeroom! The professor's name is Mrs. Leokum. Real nice. But I think meeting you was even better. We're friends right Draco?"
Draco rolled his eyes and walked away. Lemony called after his.
7. Dumb geeks.
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Draco sat down in his muggle history class.
"Today," the muggle history professor said, "we will be learning about Guy Fawkes. Does anyone know about him?"
Draco raised his hand. "Guy Fawkes," he recited (he had already learned in Binn's class)"was a great wizard who, in 1605, blew up the Parliament by using the spell..." He had realized everyone was giving him a glare. Some rolled their eyes. The history professor looked confused. In the hallway, Draco saw the Hogwarts' professor shaking his head in disappointment and wrote something down on parchment. "Never mind," Draco timidly squeaked.
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Finally, it was time for noon meal. Draco found a spot and sat there. He waited and waited, but no food popped up in front of him. Draco raged, he had had enough, "Where's the blimey food?" People stared and pointed at an extensive line. Draco stood agape. To make things worse, Lemony came into appearance and ran to Draco.
"I never knew anyone could eat so fast!" Lemony exclaimed.
"That because," Draco said exasperated, "I never ATE anything!"
"Oh" Lemony said, "You can have my biscuit, my mum always packs extra!"
"No Malfoy takes sympathy nor salvation from anyone. Especially all you muggles!" Draco fumed pointing at everyone in the cafeteria.
One particularly large boy stood up across the room and yelled, "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?"
Draco boldly answered back, "A muggle, and what are you going to do about it?"
The children didn't know, obviously, what it meant, but assumed it to be a bad curse word. The large boy glided over to Draco and punched him in the arm and breathed, "Take that back!" Just then, Lemony threw some stale biscuits at the boy and screamed, "Don't pick on the new kid!" The boy ran to grab some food and threw it. His accuracy was horrible and thus stared a food fight.
Pieces of meat, vegetable, yogurt, almost everything flew in all sorts of directions. Coolly, Draco went out of the cafeteria and into the playground. He sat on a swing, pulled out a piece of parchment.
"Today was not very interesting. In fact, being a muggle is quite dull. They have dull rituals and primitive technology and objects. Muggle school is like Hogwarts, but as written, much more dull. I don't understand how they can live as they are."
Draco stopped there. Even though he knew that the day had just begun, it seemed as if it was about to end. "Gawd, why in the world did I say '*bleep* thirty minutes'?"
Just then a shadow appeared in front of him...
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... I seriously can't write. Well anywayz I know this was a horrible chapter (the morning thingie) and what can I say... Thanks to those who reviewed. I appreciate your time! Well, still thinking of a suitable plot for the lotr fic, k?
-prancing*pen
p.s What's OOC?
DISCLAIMER- See Chapter Two.
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CHAPTER THREE
Draco slowly prepared himself before breakfast. He found himself fiddling with the odd muggle objects. He went downstairs to the kitchen and saw his "father". His "father" (let's refer to him as Mr. Fake and thus forth it will be Mrs. Fake rather than "Mrs. Malfoy".) had a friendly moustache and with glasses covering sparkling eyes.
"Good morning son!" Mr. Fake beamed while he read the London Times.
"Morning Luci--umm... I mean father," Draco emphasized "father" in a slimely sort of way with great disdain in his voice. "Anything new happening in the Daily--er I mean London Times?" Mr. Fake mumbled what sounded like, "uh huh". Mrs. Fake kindly slid a plate consisting of eggs and toast in front of Draco. "At least the food is the same," Draco thought to himself.
Before leaving the room, Mrs. Fake made a big fuss for Draco to wear certain accessories and giving him more things than he could hold. Mrs. Fake ushered her husband to quickly come. Mr. Fake had a camera in his hand. "Smile!" the parents sang in unison.
"What the--" Draco was cut off by a big flash.
"Isn't this exciting Draky-kins? Your starting your 8th year!" Mrs. Fake sobbed quietly, "My little baby is all grown up now!" At that, she burst into tears.
"Draco, son. Why don't you run along before you miss the bus." Mr. Fake said while comforting his wife.
Draco just nodded having no clue what a bus was. "Maybe it's some sort of primitive muggle transportation," he thought and ran over to a group of children around his age group. He waited impatiently with the others.
"What are we waiting for? Why are we all standing here?" Draco whined. Other children just stared at him. Some giggled, some gave him a blank stare. One boy, however, was brave enough to stand up to him.
"Hi! I'm Lemony. What's yours?" The boy said putting out a hand.
"I'm Draco. My name means dragon in Latin. I come from a pure blood line of wiz--er I mean of Englanders." Draco said pompously with his nose in the air. "Do you have a family crest?" Draco continued.
"Uh...what?" Lemony said puzzled. "You're not from here, are you?"
"Never mind. Muggles' brains were too small to comprehend such things. I knew it!" Draco hissed venomously.
"What did you call me?" Lemony threatened with his fists clenched.
"Er...I said, 'Mugs with brains are too small to comprehend such things.' Not you. You are not a mug! Hehehe" Sweat was soaking through his pores. Draco hit himself hard on the head noting his stupid-ness.
The smelly long vehicle was what they called a bus. "C'mon" motioned Lemony. "I'll sit with you, since you're new here!" Draco mumbled "ok" but I sounded more like, "your gay". Draco took the window seat and wondered what muggles learned at school. Lemony yapped on and on about London and all the great things. Draco just nodded and thought how Lemony and Crabbe and Goyle could be such good friends. Draco scribbled out a list of Lemony's and Crabbe's and Goyle's characteristics.
1. Annoying-ness.
2. Stupid-ness.
3. Trying to please Draco the King, the Mighty, the Brave, the Strong, the Intelligent...etc.
4. Pointless babbling.
5. Big.
6. Ugly.
Draco could think of no more because of his environment. He tucked his list away. He thought Crabbe and Goyle had great potential being a muggle. At long last, they arrived at the school. Draco reported to the office. Lemony accompanied him.
Draco peered through the office window. "OHMIGOD!!!!" Draco hollered.
"Oh! That's just the headmaster...he's not as bad as he see--" Lemony proudly said, but was cut off by Draco.
"That's not the headmaster...what's that *bleep* (censure...I refuse to use profanity) bloody professor doing here?" Draco yelled although he was surrounded by others including teachers. Lemony protested. "Another thing to add onto my list," Draco thought.
The professor stepped out to greet Draco. "Ah Draco! Your room number is: 384. I believe your friend here knows where that is. Lemony nodded with enthusiasm. "Here's your schedule. Have a nice day." The professor handed Draco his schedule and winked.
"Isn't this exciting? Hee hee hee! We have the same homeroom! The professor's name is Mrs. Leokum. Real nice. But I think meeting you was even better. We're friends right Draco?"
Draco rolled his eyes and walked away. Lemony called after his.
7. Dumb geeks.
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Draco sat down in his muggle history class.
"Today," the muggle history professor said, "we will be learning about Guy Fawkes. Does anyone know about him?"
Draco raised his hand. "Guy Fawkes," he recited (he had already learned in Binn's class)"was a great wizard who, in 1605, blew up the Parliament by using the spell..." He had realized everyone was giving him a glare. Some rolled their eyes. The history professor looked confused. In the hallway, Draco saw the Hogwarts' professor shaking his head in disappointment and wrote something down on parchment. "Never mind," Draco timidly squeaked.
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Finally, it was time for noon meal. Draco found a spot and sat there. He waited and waited, but no food popped up in front of him. Draco raged, he had had enough, "Where's the blimey food?" People stared and pointed at an extensive line. Draco stood agape. To make things worse, Lemony came into appearance and ran to Draco.
"I never knew anyone could eat so fast!" Lemony exclaimed.
"That because," Draco said exasperated, "I never ATE anything!"
"Oh" Lemony said, "You can have my biscuit, my mum always packs extra!"
"No Malfoy takes sympathy nor salvation from anyone. Especially all you muggles!" Draco fumed pointing at everyone in the cafeteria.
One particularly large boy stood up across the room and yelled, "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?"
Draco boldly answered back, "A muggle, and what are you going to do about it?"
The children didn't know, obviously, what it meant, but assumed it to be a bad curse word. The large boy glided over to Draco and punched him in the arm and breathed, "Take that back!" Just then, Lemony threw some stale biscuits at the boy and screamed, "Don't pick on the new kid!" The boy ran to grab some food and threw it. His accuracy was horrible and thus stared a food fight.
Pieces of meat, vegetable, yogurt, almost everything flew in all sorts of directions. Coolly, Draco went out of the cafeteria and into the playground. He sat on a swing, pulled out a piece of parchment.
"Today was not very interesting. In fact, being a muggle is quite dull. They have dull rituals and primitive technology and objects. Muggle school is like Hogwarts, but as written, much more dull. I don't understand how they can live as they are."
Draco stopped there. Even though he knew that the day had just begun, it seemed as if it was about to end. "Gawd, why in the world did I say '*bleep* thirty minutes'?"
Just then a shadow appeared in front of him...
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... I seriously can't write. Well anywayz I know this was a horrible chapter (the morning thingie) and what can I say... Thanks to those who reviewed. I appreciate your time! Well, still thinking of a suitable plot for the lotr fic, k?
-prancing*pen
