Then there are others. Look, Ed's telling Harry all this because he trusts him, okay? It's not like Harry's going to rat him out to the military. And, after all, he didn't go around telling people. Harry ASKED him, and since he was Ed's FRIEND, he told him. Besides, Harry doesn't know about Ishvar. What's the point?
Shortened the rant due to profanity XD Not really. I looked back and was disgusted at my own words. Anyways-
FMA-Arakawa Hiromu and Square Enix, HP- JKRowling
kishin da omoi o hakidashitai no wa sonzai no shoumei ga ta ni nai kara tsukan da hazu no boku no mirai wa "songen" to "jiyuu" de nujun shiteru yo yugan da zazou o keshi saritai no wa jibun no genkai o soko ni miru kara jiishiki kajou no boku no mado ni wa kyonen no KARENDAA hidzuke ga nai yo
Wanting to spit out the jarred thoughts is Because there's no other proof of my existence My future that I should've grabbed hold is Conflicting between "dignity" and "freedom"
Wanting to erase the distorted afterimage is Because I'll see my limit over there In the window of the excessively self-conscious me There are no dates in last year's calendar
Ed sighed as the group stepped into Hogsmeade, taking in all the sights and sounds that were there.
At the Three Broomsticks, the three had purchased Butterbeer. To Ed's dismay, it tasted like milk and he spit it out. Harry and Hermione laughed as Ron was the unlucky victim across from him, and the contents of the Butterbeer had spilled onto his sweater. Ed then sweated profusely and apologized. Harry glanced at Ed, his expression asking why he hadn't used alchemy to clean up the mess. Ed responded with an index finger on his lips, pointing at one of his gloved hands.
Afterwords, they had taken a trip to Honeydukes, where they sampled Fizzing Whizbees and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Ed had his first experience with Chocolate Frogs- his first one hopped out the door, and on the next one, he made a desperate attempt to catch one, but miserably failed.
It really sucks not being able to use alchemy, Ed sighed. I feel like such a loser.
As they walked out of the store, clutching a few bags of candy and chocolate, a pale blonde along with his two 'henchmen' approached the entrance.
"Well, well. If it isn't the potty, the weasel, and the Mudblood."
"Well, well. If it isn't pretty boy and his bastards." Malfoy sneered as the midget made the remark.
"Tsk, tsk. What a foul mouth. I like it." He bent down and held up Ed's chin, looking him over, examining him.
What the... Ed glared at him, his right arm ready to break a few bones.
Malfoy was all smiles. This could be the chance he needed.
"Say, why don't we ditch these three and head over to the Three Broomsticks...?"
"Say, are you a homosexual?"
Malfoy chuckled.
"You'd wish I am."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione was baffled by this conversation, so they found that the best way to act natural was to open their mouths as wide as they could in shock. They didn't know Ed had this bad a temper. Of course, if you knew him better, you would see more coming and believe that that statement was underrated.
"Fine. I'll join you." Ed walked over to the Slytherins, calmly and casually as he could. He turned his head and winked at the gaping trio. They were collecting dust on their mouths by then.
"So." Ed found himself on familiar grounds and casually placed his feet on the table, crossing his legs. Malfoy called for three Firewhiskies. (sp?)
"Four Galleons. Pay up." Malfoy tossed four golden coins onto the table. Ed sniffed the reddish substance and winced, the pain shooting up his nose. He didn't want to pay for that. He acted for a while, digging into his pants and looking as if he was really searching for the money. Of course he had a lot. The military pays him abundantly. He just wanted to bug that snob for a while. And bug he did.
"Eh...Sorry. I don't seem to have..." Ed shrugged, his exaggerated 'sorry' face a comedial sight. Malfoy shook his head and slammed four more Galleons onto the table. Crabbe and Goyle stared at each other stupidly, guffawing as they pointed at each other's facial expressions, all of which were limited. More on that later.
"This is really boring." Ed crossed his arms and leaned back, still exaggerating his movements like a certain 'Lockhart' people knew. He rolled his eyes and scratched his head. Malfoy was not amused. Ed was. Very amused.
"I have some resources telling me that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be female. Hope it's not a Mudblood." The Slytherin examined his nails.
Eh? The course that had been cancelled the last minute before its first class? Ed blinked. Then he sat up and pretended to look uninterested, which he wasn't.
"Really."
Malfoy chuckled. He wasn't going to let him hear this for free.
"What the-" Ron frowned as he peeked through the window of the Three Broomsticks. "I thought he was on our side!"
"See, Harry, you shouldn't mess with troublemakers. They turn their backs on you the minute they find a better group to leech off." Hermione scoffed, feeling stupid for actually trying to be friends with him.
"No, no, look." Harry pointed at the pane, exasperated. "He winked. He's going to do something."
The other two suddenly peered through the glass, interested in the conversation.
"Tsk, tsk. Let's not be shy."
"..." Ed was not interested in what Malfoy was about to do next. He needed to hear more information. He could've sworn he saw Roy's grin on the boy's face.
Ed clapped his hands like he had a sudden inspiration.
"I know!" He said suddenly.
"What?" Malfoy blinked.
"What?" Ed replied innocently. He pressed a hand onto the bottom of the table. Blue sparks flew from them, breaking apart the wood slightly and wrapping itself around the Slytherins' legs.
"Oh dear..." Ed tapped on his imaginary watch. "It's getting late and I really have to run."
He dashed out of the pub and ran into Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"I knew you'd come through!" Ron laughed. "No one believed me!"
"...I'll just leave it at that then..." Harry suppressed a giggle.
"Ed..." Hermione said, "What-"
"Ssh, just look." Ed pointed at the entrance.
Malfoy was infuriated, having to pay for all four Firewhiskies. He threw them at Crabbe and Goyle(whose faces were now burning) and stood up. He couldn't move after that. The wood from the table was intertwined around his shins. He struggled to lift his feet for a while, using every method he could, from trying to pry it apart to using the Firewhisky to burn a hole through the cast. Frustrated, he took out his wand and muttered a few words. The wood caught on fire, burning his shoes and the bottom of his pants. He shrieked and started panicking, his oily hair starting to heat.
"Crabbe, Goyle!" The two already had run off to collideinto trees, not even realizing that they were bound with the same material that Malfoy was in but had broken them easily, and had left their only group member with average intelligence. You wouldn't believe that if you were watching Malfoy vs. Table, though.
Thefour Gryffindors were crying now- not because they felt sorry for him, no. They were laughing so hard they were rolling on the ground.The other students were gathering around, wondering what the commotion was all about.TheSlytherins cried out, the Gryffindors pullingthem back to prolong the performancewhile Colin Creevey(sp?) took pictures to remember the moment. The Hufflepuffs were worried, and the Ravenclaws shook their heads in unison, for they couldn't believe that this was the entertainmentof the lower life forms. Theywandered offsooner than anyone else, uninterested.
Malfoy stopped panicking for a second, extinguishing the flames with his wand and finally lifting his foot. He looked up to see around four hundred disappointed students and his face paled, his mind swimming as his surroundings blacked out and he collapsed on the floor.
Heh. Yeah. My mom's telling me to log off. Now I have to. Liked it? I was laughing too. XD Sorry to all the Malfoy fans...