"Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, and the show is beginning again.
We are about to ask Draco Malfoy for his description of 'What purpose does
a fan serve'. Here we go. Draco, what purpose does a fan serve?" Lavender
asked.
"Well, most of the time," Draco began, being careful of the words he chose. He wanted to get the questions right and beat that Weasly whimp, but he couldn't give away his position, "it is referred to as a ceiling fan, is it not?"
"Well, that is one kind, yes, and you may describe that if you wish," Hermionie suggested.
"Yes, I would. The ceiling fan is, of course, hung on the ceiling in the center. It is usually in a bedroom or a room that is used most by the muggle inhabitants. It keeps them cool in the summer, or anytime of year. It spins blades around fast enough to circulate the air to make it cool," Draco provided. Had he said too much? He was afraid so. If Weasly couldn't even grasp the basic idea, with his father the muggle lover he is, he didn't know how he would've been able to get that kind of information. If this turned out wrong, if someone found him out, if someone found his father out, he was dead. His position, his placement, his commitment, his commision, it all meant so much to him, he couldn't stand to lose it. His master wouldn't let him either.
"Hermionie?" Lavender blurted out of nowhere, her voice scorched with fear.
"He's got the idea perfect," Hermionie commented. "I'm just, well, astounded."
"Watch it," Lavender muttered warningly. "Well, ok, that's 50 points to Draco, bringing up the score. It's now 150 points for Draco Malfoy and 0 points for Ron Weasly. We will be back, right after our commercial break." Lavender continued in her normal voice.
"Well, most of the time," Draco began, being careful of the words he chose. He wanted to get the questions right and beat that Weasly whimp, but he couldn't give away his position, "it is referred to as a ceiling fan, is it not?"
"Well, that is one kind, yes, and you may describe that if you wish," Hermionie suggested.
"Yes, I would. The ceiling fan is, of course, hung on the ceiling in the center. It is usually in a bedroom or a room that is used most by the muggle inhabitants. It keeps them cool in the summer, or anytime of year. It spins blades around fast enough to circulate the air to make it cool," Draco provided. Had he said too much? He was afraid so. If Weasly couldn't even grasp the basic idea, with his father the muggle lover he is, he didn't know how he would've been able to get that kind of information. If this turned out wrong, if someone found him out, if someone found his father out, he was dead. His position, his placement, his commitment, his commision, it all meant so much to him, he couldn't stand to lose it. His master wouldn't let him either.
"Hermionie?" Lavender blurted out of nowhere, her voice scorched with fear.
"He's got the idea perfect," Hermionie commented. "I'm just, well, astounded."
"Watch it," Lavender muttered warningly. "Well, ok, that's 50 points to Draco, bringing up the score. It's now 150 points for Draco Malfoy and 0 points for Ron Weasly. We will be back, right after our commercial break." Lavender continued in her normal voice.