Chapter Four New York Telephone Conversation
"And that's the head boy, Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah, Malfoy. Everyone says his dad bought him the position before."
"Maybe it's a sympathy thing."
"Could be. Oh, but there, see next to the head girl? That's Harry Potter."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"He should have been head boy really."
"People say it was offered him."
"Really?"
"No he would have accepted it surely."
"Maybe he thought Ron would get it."
"Nah, Harry wouldn't turn it down."
"Yeah he's too."
"Exactly.
"Why've we stopped?"
"Oh look this is it, the first fight."
"People were saying.on the train"
"Nah that wasn't a fight"
"No they always do that, few words, insults. This is the first fight."
"Yeah has to be post feast to count"
"Count?"
"Yeah don't you know?"
"Know what?"
"There's a book on them"
"Yeah, how long until first fight."
"The betting's capped but still."
"I heard one second year offered an hour and was laughed out of the carriage."
"Yeah I heard that."
"Why?"
"What? Oh, a first year. They just can't last that long. Ever since their fifth year."
"Yeah I remember."
"Punch up in the middle of the prefects meeting."
"Malfoy was a prefect?"
"Yeah."
"Well that settles it, must have been his dad."
"Or his Mum."
"No Mrs Malfoy would never do that"
"Why not"
"Don't you know?"
"No."
"Don't. People don't talk about things like that. Not here."
"But surely."
"Look kid, just because your dad's in the ministry, doesn't mean you can go telling everything."
"What I just meant about."
"What's going on here? I've been waiting for you.oh Potter, Malfoy. Of course."
Professor Sprout looked at the crowd milling around in the corridors, all four houses being held up by the fight, unable to continue both because of the fight itself and the fact that they needed their prefects to take them to their rooms.
"Boys, please," she shouted, casting a quick repelling spell to pry them apart, "prefects take your charges to your respective common rooms. NOW!"
As she shouted the last word everyone jumped into action. Glaring at each other, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were the first to leave, quickly assuming the mantle of responsible adults and ushering their charges away with a curtness born of anger. The Ravenclaws and her own Hufflepuffs lingered longer and she grinned inwardly when she heard Terry Boot tell his Hufflepuff counterpart "7.12 exactly, tell Ernie."
'Right' she thought, 'off to the staff room to see who has won the bet this year.'
END CHAPTER FOUR
And that was Chapter Four. Hope you liked it. Questions? Comments? Reviews are good. And easy. And I'm hating myself for this but begging for feedback again - was this confusing or did it make sense?
"And that's the head boy, Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah, Malfoy. Everyone says his dad bought him the position before."
"Maybe it's a sympathy thing."
"Could be. Oh, but there, see next to the head girl? That's Harry Potter."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"He should have been head boy really."
"People say it was offered him."
"Really?"
"No he would have accepted it surely."
"Maybe he thought Ron would get it."
"Nah, Harry wouldn't turn it down."
"Yeah he's too."
"Exactly.
"Why've we stopped?"
"Oh look this is it, the first fight."
"People were saying.on the train"
"Nah that wasn't a fight"
"No they always do that, few words, insults. This is the first fight."
"Yeah has to be post feast to count"
"Count?"
"Yeah don't you know?"
"Know what?"
"There's a book on them"
"Yeah, how long until first fight."
"The betting's capped but still."
"I heard one second year offered an hour and was laughed out of the carriage."
"Yeah I heard that."
"Why?"
"What? Oh, a first year. They just can't last that long. Ever since their fifth year."
"Yeah I remember."
"Punch up in the middle of the prefects meeting."
"Malfoy was a prefect?"
"Yeah."
"Well that settles it, must have been his dad."
"Or his Mum."
"No Mrs Malfoy would never do that"
"Why not"
"Don't you know?"
"No."
"Don't. People don't talk about things like that. Not here."
"But surely."
"Look kid, just because your dad's in the ministry, doesn't mean you can go telling everything."
"What I just meant about."
"What's going on here? I've been waiting for you.oh Potter, Malfoy. Of course."
Professor Sprout looked at the crowd milling around in the corridors, all four houses being held up by the fight, unable to continue both because of the fight itself and the fact that they needed their prefects to take them to their rooms.
"Boys, please," she shouted, casting a quick repelling spell to pry them apart, "prefects take your charges to your respective common rooms. NOW!"
As she shouted the last word everyone jumped into action. Glaring at each other, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were the first to leave, quickly assuming the mantle of responsible adults and ushering their charges away with a curtness born of anger. The Ravenclaws and her own Hufflepuffs lingered longer and she grinned inwardly when she heard Terry Boot tell his Hufflepuff counterpart "7.12 exactly, tell Ernie."
'Right' she thought, 'off to the staff room to see who has won the bet this year.'
END CHAPTER FOUR
And that was Chapter Four. Hope you liked it. Questions? Comments? Reviews are good. And easy. And I'm hating myself for this but begging for feedback again - was this confusing or did it make sense?