In Harry and Draco's new room...
Draco wakes up from a bad nightmare about bad Lemon Fridge cake from Siberia. He attempts to work out the details of the dream, but soon gives up and plans out what craziness he will pull today...
He looks around the room and sees Harry reading a book in bed so he gets out of bed and walks over to his trunk...He opens it up and sees that his laundry (that he put in the drawers yesterday) is *GASP* GONE!!!
"MY LAUNDRY HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!!!" He screamed and began to run around the room in fake panic.
Harry looks up from his book, sighs, and calmly explains to Draco that it is in his drawer...where he put it.
"Oh...well then...did you bring the cards?" Draco asked dumbly.
"No, Draco, I didn't bring the cards..." Harry said hiding his confusion.
"Oh well, what do I do now?" Draco asked.
"I talked to the Dumbledore yesterday after you fell asleep and he said that we both will begin classes in a week because they haven't had time to straightened out our new schedules yet...and you still don't know anything." Harry said.
"I know stuff!" Draco said sounding offended.
He walked over to the other side of the room and Harry went back to his book. Draco pulled out a little table and set up a chessboard...and stared at it...and stared some more...and some more...thirty minutes of staring...Harry had stopped reading about twenty-five minutes earlier and was watching Draco staring away at the chessboard as if he were waiting for it to make a move. Draco was getting bored and looked up to find Harry staring at him,
"I think this game goes faster with two people..." he said.
"Maybe..." Harry said sarcastically.
"I think I'll play some basketball instead," He said as he conjured up a rim and began to play basketball...with the refrigerator...
He played game after game and somehow managed to loose each time.
"Wow, Harry, I think the damned refrigerator is taking steroids!!!" Draco said as he *lost* for the eighth time.
"Well I guess you'll have to find something else to do!" Harry said hopefully. (the banging of the basketball was getting on his nerves.)
"You're right...I'd better find something else to do," He said and thought for a moment. He then conjured up some boxing gloves, put them on and began to shadow box.
"Ha...take that SHADOW!" he yelled.
Harry watch and felt as if he would rather be having a tea party with Voldemort and listening to Italian teenage boybands than being with Draco and his *mental problem*
"Oy, Harry!" Draco called as he walked over after a big fight with his shadow.
"What?" Harry asked.
"My shadow was ummm...injured," He started.
"What did you beat it up or something?" Harry asked.
"No, it tripped over YOUR shoes that were just LYING CARELESSLY in a drawer, but that's not the point...my shadow can't box anymore, can I borrow yours?" He asked.
"Sure why not," Harry said beat.
Draco walked back over to the wall...
"Oh, NEVERMIND HARRY!" He began, "MY SHADOW'S OKAY AFTERALL!" Draco yelled and started boxing again.
"Oh joy...oh rapture." Harry mumbled as he got up to go take a shower...
Draco wakes up from a bad nightmare about bad Lemon Fridge cake from Siberia. He attempts to work out the details of the dream, but soon gives up and plans out what craziness he will pull today...
He looks around the room and sees Harry reading a book in bed so he gets out of bed and walks over to his trunk...He opens it up and sees that his laundry (that he put in the drawers yesterday) is *GASP* GONE!!!
"MY LAUNDRY HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!!!" He screamed and began to run around the room in fake panic.
Harry looks up from his book, sighs, and calmly explains to Draco that it is in his drawer...where he put it.
"Oh...well then...did you bring the cards?" Draco asked dumbly.
"No, Draco, I didn't bring the cards..." Harry said hiding his confusion.
"Oh well, what do I do now?" Draco asked.
"I talked to the Dumbledore yesterday after you fell asleep and he said that we both will begin classes in a week because they haven't had time to straightened out our new schedules yet...and you still don't know anything." Harry said.
"I know stuff!" Draco said sounding offended.
He walked over to the other side of the room and Harry went back to his book. Draco pulled out a little table and set up a chessboard...and stared at it...and stared some more...and some more...thirty minutes of staring...Harry had stopped reading about twenty-five minutes earlier and was watching Draco staring away at the chessboard as if he were waiting for it to make a move. Draco was getting bored and looked up to find Harry staring at him,
"I think this game goes faster with two people..." he said.
"Maybe..." Harry said sarcastically.
"I think I'll play some basketball instead," He said as he conjured up a rim and began to play basketball...with the refrigerator...
He played game after game and somehow managed to loose each time.
"Wow, Harry, I think the damned refrigerator is taking steroids!!!" Draco said as he *lost* for the eighth time.
"Well I guess you'll have to find something else to do!" Harry said hopefully. (the banging of the basketball was getting on his nerves.)
"You're right...I'd better find something else to do," He said and thought for a moment. He then conjured up some boxing gloves, put them on and began to shadow box.
"Ha...take that SHADOW!" he yelled.
Harry watch and felt as if he would rather be having a tea party with Voldemort and listening to Italian teenage boybands than being with Draco and his *mental problem*
"Oy, Harry!" Draco called as he walked over after a big fight with his shadow.
"What?" Harry asked.
"My shadow was ummm...injured," He started.
"What did you beat it up or something?" Harry asked.
"No, it tripped over YOUR shoes that were just LYING CARELESSLY in a drawer, but that's not the point...my shadow can't box anymore, can I borrow yours?" He asked.
"Sure why not," Harry said beat.
Draco walked back over to the wall...
"Oh, NEVERMIND HARRY!" He began, "MY SHADOW'S OKAY AFTERALL!" Draco yelled and started boxing again.
"Oh joy...oh rapture." Harry mumbled as he got up to go take a shower...