Adventures in Obvious FanFiction Plotlines 1.3
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Crabbe and Goyle squared off. It would be a battle of who-lost-interest-first to see who got to eat Draco's toast. Goyle already had eaten 30 donuts, and Crabbe had only had 28. It really wasn't much of a contest.
(wait... who won?)
(that's right, i don't care.)
~GRYFFINDOR TABLE~
(dividers! w00t!)
Hermione saw Harry coming and stopped arguing with Ron about his toast. Where it actually ended up is a mystery, perhaps one who reads this fic managed to nab it, I wouldn't know. The reason for this is because just as Hermione caught sight of Harry walking twards them, she began formulating a list of questions to ask him.
(good ol' Hermione. Always count on her to be a prick.)
Harry sat down and began buttering his own toast, still with a slightly off expression on his face.
Hermione, too dead set on her questioning to notice, wasted no time, "Why were you late to breakfast?"
Harry shrugged, and Ron interrupted the interrogation "Say, Harry! Would you like to go for a swim after breakfast?"
(don't they have class or something?)
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Ron, it's like -5 degrees outside. This is England, remember? Not only do we measure in Celsius, so that's only about 20 degrees, but it gets cold in fall pretty quickly."
"Right, right," Ron brushed him off distractedly.
(Gee, I wonder what's up with HIM?)
Harry stuffed the rest of his toast in his mouth and reached for the scrambled eggs.
Hermione shot him a disapproving look. Harry dejectedly stopped reaching and finished chewing his toast. Hedwig flew over and dropped a letter in his lap.
(wow. i bet we don't know who it's from or anything.)
It was from Sirius.
(no duh.)
iHarry, how's school going for you? I'm in the neighborhood on business for Dumbledore, swing by next time you come to Hogsmeade.
Sirius/i
After showing the letter to Hermione and Ron, he ran out of the Great Hall and up to Gryffindor tower to send a response.
(brace youself for the divider!)
~LIBRARY~
Draco stood panting in the doorway. Running all the way there had burned some major calorie-age. Now he wished he had eaten his toast.
(i want some toast...)
He walked over to the nearest shelf and began peering at titles. It had been a long time since Draco had needed to do some serious research, and he wasn't sure where to start for the particular thing he was looking for: how to interpret dreams.
(man, i totally did not see that one coming. oh wait yes i did, i'm the author.)
He started on the next row feeling a bit overwhelmed at the sheer size of the library that seemed in large need of the Dewey decimal system. Of course, Draco is supposed to think that all things muggle are inferior, so let's take that and run with it.
/Wow,/ he thought, /isn't it just so pleasent walking through all these bookshelves with no direction? boy am i glad that i am not a muggle./
(How does Draco know of the Dewey decimal system in the first place? some things are a mystery.)
Finally he spotted a book that looked promising, i Dreams and What They Mean/i by Audi Gtzzz. Alright, so it looked a bit more than "promising," but whatever.
(hey! i can write the stupid library book if i want to, it IS my story!)
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(Right, well, inopportune time as it is, i'm going to end the chapter there. Why, you ask? because i suddenly have a strong yen for toast. And American toast at that, not the dried-out-bread that they eat in Britain, but the still-warm melts-your-butter toast we have here in America. Mmmmmm....)
(REVIEW, DARN YOU!)
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Crabbe and Goyle squared off. It would be a battle of who-lost-interest-first to see who got to eat Draco's toast. Goyle already had eaten 30 donuts, and Crabbe had only had 28. It really wasn't much of a contest.
(wait... who won?)
(that's right, i don't care.)
~GRYFFINDOR TABLE~
(dividers! w00t!)
Hermione saw Harry coming and stopped arguing with Ron about his toast. Where it actually ended up is a mystery, perhaps one who reads this fic managed to nab it, I wouldn't know. The reason for this is because just as Hermione caught sight of Harry walking twards them, she began formulating a list of questions to ask him.
(good ol' Hermione. Always count on her to be a prick.)
Harry sat down and began buttering his own toast, still with a slightly off expression on his face.
Hermione, too dead set on her questioning to notice, wasted no time, "Why were you late to breakfast?"
Harry shrugged, and Ron interrupted the interrogation "Say, Harry! Would you like to go for a swim after breakfast?"
(don't they have class or something?)
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Ron, it's like -5 degrees outside. This is England, remember? Not only do we measure in Celsius, so that's only about 20 degrees, but it gets cold in fall pretty quickly."
"Right, right," Ron brushed him off distractedly.
(Gee, I wonder what's up with HIM?)
Harry stuffed the rest of his toast in his mouth and reached for the scrambled eggs.
Hermione shot him a disapproving look. Harry dejectedly stopped reaching and finished chewing his toast. Hedwig flew over and dropped a letter in his lap.
(wow. i bet we don't know who it's from or anything.)
It was from Sirius.
(no duh.)
iHarry, how's school going for you? I'm in the neighborhood on business for Dumbledore, swing by next time you come to Hogsmeade.
Sirius/i
After showing the letter to Hermione and Ron, he ran out of the Great Hall and up to Gryffindor tower to send a response.
(brace youself for the divider!)
~LIBRARY~
Draco stood panting in the doorway. Running all the way there had burned some major calorie-age. Now he wished he had eaten his toast.
(i want some toast...)
He walked over to the nearest shelf and began peering at titles. It had been a long time since Draco had needed to do some serious research, and he wasn't sure where to start for the particular thing he was looking for: how to interpret dreams.
(man, i totally did not see that one coming. oh wait yes i did, i'm the author.)
He started on the next row feeling a bit overwhelmed at the sheer size of the library that seemed in large need of the Dewey decimal system. Of course, Draco is supposed to think that all things muggle are inferior, so let's take that and run with it.
/Wow,/ he thought, /isn't it just so pleasent walking through all these bookshelves with no direction? boy am i glad that i am not a muggle./
(How does Draco know of the Dewey decimal system in the first place? some things are a mystery.)
Finally he spotted a book that looked promising, i Dreams and What They Mean/i by Audi Gtzzz. Alright, so it looked a bit more than "promising," but whatever.
(hey! i can write the stupid library book if i want to, it IS my story!)
~~~~~~~~~
(Right, well, inopportune time as it is, i'm going to end the chapter there. Why, you ask? because i suddenly have a strong yen for toast. And American toast at that, not the dried-out-bread that they eat in Britain, but the still-warm melts-your-butter toast we have here in America. Mmmmmm....)
(REVIEW, DARN YOU!)
