~ IDLE CHATTER ~
Draco couldn't help but smirk as the door shut behind Filch. He had outsmarted Argus Filch, for about the hundredth time to date. Try as he might, Filch was simply no match for any of the students at Hogwarts. 'A squib's got no place in a wizard's world,' Draco thought to himself with a grin. He turned to share his thoughts with the rest of the room. "I reckon we can say that HE won't be coming back any longer." Draco said loudly.
"Shh!" Lavender Brown turned around to shush him again.
"The door's closed! Filch's got no way of hearing what we're doing!" Draco threw up his hands in exasperation at Lavender's paranoia.
"Technically, he does, s-since he can talk to Mrs. Norris and c-cats are proven to have excellent h-hearing." Ernie stuttered his way through a sentence.
"Shut-up." Draco rolled his eyes.
"Don't tell him to shut-up." Lavender turned around once more to glare at Draco.
"Don't tell me what to do, you Mudblood." Draco narrowed his eyes. He knew for a fact that that Lavender had a Muggle aunt. At this neither Ernie, Lavender, nor Harry had anything to say. There was a moment of silence, then Daisy Parkinson began snorting in her corner of the room.
"You're horrible! Take that back!" Lavender stared at Draco, her hazel eyes wide.
"You're horrible!" Draco mimicked. "And no, I won't take that back. I'll say it again, Mudblood. Mudblood, Mudblood, Mudblood." Draco sat back to enjoy the expression on Lavender's face.
"You!" Harry jumped out of his seat as if he had been sitting on pins. "I say you take that back, Malfoy."
"Mudblood."
Harry took another step. "I'm warning you, Malfoy…"
"What're you gonna do to me?" Draco asked in mock horror. But he drew out his wand. Harry, in return, pulled out his wand. Draco couldn't help but grin triumphantly. So! He wasn't the only one who had brought a wand to detention.
"There's not supposed to be duels. W-we'll get in trouble." Ernie said.
"He's right, Harry." Lavender said. "None of us want to spend another Saturday in detention." Harry shot a nasty look at Draco, then sat down again. He and Lavender began speaking in hushed voices. Draco could tell it was somewhere along the lines of "That bastard Malfoy…"
Draco couldn't keep quiet at this. "Are you two boyfriend/girlfriend? Funny Potter, I always thought you liked smart girls, like Granger. But then, maybe it's just the Mudblood factor you like…" At this Harry whipped around in his chair to glare at Malfoy.
"Just ignore him." Lavender said, her voice sounding thin. Harry turned back.
Draco wasn't satisfied at this reaction. "You can't ignore me." There was no response from Lavender and Harry.
Suddenly, there came disturbing sounds from the far corner. Draco, Lavender, Harry, and Ernie all turned to see Daisy biting her nails. It was not your average chewing of the nails. Daisy was clamping down on each nail with a loud, clicking sound. Draco was disgusted. He liked Pansy Parkinson just fine; but Daisy Parkinson was a completely different matter. Not only was she a recluse who never spoke to anyone, she had highly disturbing habits such as chewing her nails and making paintings from the dandruff in her hair.
"You keep that up, Woodpecker, and you won't be needing lunch." Draco said. Quiet sniggers came from Ernie, Lavender, and Harry. Daisy bared her teeth and began shaking her head.
Draco couldn't help but smirk as the door shut behind Filch. He had outsmarted Argus Filch, for about the hundredth time to date. Try as he might, Filch was simply no match for any of the students at Hogwarts. 'A squib's got no place in a wizard's world,' Draco thought to himself with a grin. He turned to share his thoughts with the rest of the room. "I reckon we can say that HE won't be coming back any longer." Draco said loudly.
"Shh!" Lavender Brown turned around to shush him again.
"The door's closed! Filch's got no way of hearing what we're doing!" Draco threw up his hands in exasperation at Lavender's paranoia.
"Technically, he does, s-since he can talk to Mrs. Norris and c-cats are proven to have excellent h-hearing." Ernie stuttered his way through a sentence.
"Shut-up." Draco rolled his eyes.
"Don't tell him to shut-up." Lavender turned around once more to glare at Draco.
"Don't tell me what to do, you Mudblood." Draco narrowed his eyes. He knew for a fact that that Lavender had a Muggle aunt. At this neither Ernie, Lavender, nor Harry had anything to say. There was a moment of silence, then Daisy Parkinson began snorting in her corner of the room.
"You're horrible! Take that back!" Lavender stared at Draco, her hazel eyes wide.
"You're horrible!" Draco mimicked. "And no, I won't take that back. I'll say it again, Mudblood. Mudblood, Mudblood, Mudblood." Draco sat back to enjoy the expression on Lavender's face.
"You!" Harry jumped out of his seat as if he had been sitting on pins. "I say you take that back, Malfoy."
"Mudblood."
Harry took another step. "I'm warning you, Malfoy…"
"What're you gonna do to me?" Draco asked in mock horror. But he drew out his wand. Harry, in return, pulled out his wand. Draco couldn't help but grin triumphantly. So! He wasn't the only one who had brought a wand to detention.
"There's not supposed to be duels. W-we'll get in trouble." Ernie said.
"He's right, Harry." Lavender said. "None of us want to spend another Saturday in detention." Harry shot a nasty look at Draco, then sat down again. He and Lavender began speaking in hushed voices. Draco could tell it was somewhere along the lines of "That bastard Malfoy…"
Draco couldn't keep quiet at this. "Are you two boyfriend/girlfriend? Funny Potter, I always thought you liked smart girls, like Granger. But then, maybe it's just the Mudblood factor you like…" At this Harry whipped around in his chair to glare at Malfoy.
"Just ignore him." Lavender said, her voice sounding thin. Harry turned back.
Draco wasn't satisfied at this reaction. "You can't ignore me." There was no response from Lavender and Harry.
Suddenly, there came disturbing sounds from the far corner. Draco, Lavender, Harry, and Ernie all turned to see Daisy biting her nails. It was not your average chewing of the nails. Daisy was clamping down on each nail with a loud, clicking sound. Draco was disgusted. He liked Pansy Parkinson just fine; but Daisy Parkinson was a completely different matter. Not only was she a recluse who never spoke to anyone, she had highly disturbing habits such as chewing her nails and making paintings from the dandruff in her hair.
"You keep that up, Woodpecker, and you won't be needing lunch." Draco said. Quiet sniggers came from Ernie, Lavender, and Harry. Daisy bared her teeth and began shaking her head.