The Revolt of Vincent and Gregory
ÒGoyle! Goyle! Look what I found!Ó Crabbe emerged from behind a couch in the Slytherin common room. Though it was anyoneÕs guess what he was doing down there to begin with, it was quite clear he was excited. In fact, he was almost unreasonably excited. Pansy Parkinson and her friends were backing away as though they didnÕt want to catch his insanity.
Crabbe held up a book. It had several stains on it, but there was also, on the front, a picture of Potter. It was, admittedly, crude, but you could tell he was holding a wand. Behind him were the other Triwizard champions. He handed it to Goyle, who flipped through it.
ÒMuggles,Ó he said in disgust. ÒBut --- hang on --- weÕre mentioned! It says.... we looked like moss-colored boulders at the Yule Ball... says weÕre DracoÕs ÔcroniesÕ.... and we only exist to do his bidding! Who is this J. K. Rowling, anyway?Ó
ÒEr --- Goyle, whatÕs a cronie?Ó
ÒI think maybe itÕs an old lady... Dunno. CanÕt be very nice, whatever it is...Ó
Montague, who was passing, told them the definition of cronie.
ÒHmph! DÕyou think we should tell Draco?Ó said Goyle.
ÒNah. After all, weÕre only his cronies....Ó
ÒAnd while weÕre at it ---Ó
ÒAt what?Ó
ÒWe just found out that the Muggles know about Hogwarts and they donÕt think weÕre important, remember?Ó
ÒOh, yeah, thatÕs it.Ó
ÒWell, maybe we should kind of --- rise up.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that? We should levitate, you mean?Ó
ÒNo.... It means, like, stop being DracoÕs friends. If he thinks weÕre his mindless cronies, then letÕs show him we can be whatever we want.Ó
ÒOh, I get it. But --- IÕm not sure I can be different. Professor Snape told me once that I was doomed to a life of being a cashier at Florean FortescueÕs.Ó
ÒWas that the time he spilled some of your Scintillating Solution on himself and he got a third-degree burn and purple pimples?Ó
ÒErm --- yeah, I think so. But I think I can try to not be DracoÕs bodyguard.Ó
ÒGood. IÕll try hard, too,Ó replied Goyle.
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ÒGoyle! Goyle! Look what I found!Ó Crabbe emerged from behind a couch in the Slytherin common room. Though it was anyoneÕs guess what he was doing down there to begin with, it was quite clear he was excited. In fact, he was almost unreasonably excited. Pansy Parkinson and her friends were backing away as though they didnÕt want to catch his insanity.
Crabbe held up a book. It had several stains on it, but there was also, on the front, a picture of Potter. It was, admittedly, crude, but you could tell he was holding a wand. Behind him were the other Triwizard champions. He handed it to Goyle, who flipped through it.
ÒMuggles,Ó he said in disgust. ÒBut --- hang on --- weÕre mentioned! It says.... we looked like moss-colored boulders at the Yule Ball... says weÕre DracoÕs ÔcroniesÕ.... and we only exist to do his bidding! Who is this J. K. Rowling, anyway?Ó
ÒEr --- Goyle, whatÕs a cronie?Ó
ÒI think maybe itÕs an old lady... Dunno. CanÕt be very nice, whatever it is...Ó
Montague, who was passing, told them the definition of cronie.
ÒHmph! DÕyou think we should tell Draco?Ó said Goyle.
ÒNah. After all, weÕre only his cronies....Ó
ÒAnd while weÕre at it ---Ó
ÒAt what?Ó
ÒWe just found out that the Muggles know about Hogwarts and they donÕt think weÕre important, remember?Ó
ÒOh, yeah, thatÕs it.Ó
ÒWell, maybe we should kind of --- rise up.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that? We should levitate, you mean?Ó
ÒNo.... It means, like, stop being DracoÕs friends. If he thinks weÕre his mindless cronies, then letÕs show him we can be whatever we want.Ó
ÒOh, I get it. But --- IÕm not sure I can be different. Professor Snape told me once that I was doomed to a life of being a cashier at Florean FortescueÕs.Ó
ÒWas that the time he spilled some of your Scintillating Solution on himself and he got a third-degree burn and purple pimples?Ó
ÒErm --- yeah, I think so. But I think I can try to not be DracoÕs bodyguard.Ó
ÒGood. IÕll try hard, too,Ó replied Goyle.
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