In Which there is a Lost Puffskein at the Door.

The scene was amusing when surveyed from the eye of Draco Malfoy. Hermione Granger, burning sauces, tutting and constantly throwing her ever dwindling collection of magazines dark looks.

"Where is Seamus?" Hermione demanded frantically. Malfoy shrugged and looked up from his magazine with an amused sort of glare. "I mean it was only about five things and he could have Apparated- but he's been over an hour and a half!" Hermione continued desperately, "he better not have ended up in that strip club again. I don't care how courteous "Mercedes" was."

Malfoy turned up his nose, "Mercedes? That is a truly disgusting name-sounds German." Hermione tutted again,

"Say's the man called "Draco."

Malfoy fumed, "I'll have you know Draco is a very dignified name, it's Latin."

"What for? Magazine stealer?"

"Dragon, actually," Malfoy stated imperiously.

Hermione snorted, while stirring a suspiciously black sauce. "Your father obviously felt he had something to prove."

"My father was a twat who would have eaten a doxy if Voldie asked him too."

Hermione paused in her efforts to make dinner and turned around. "He didn't- did he?"

Draco sighed, "We never have got to the bottom of it, certain post mortem's show-"

The doorbell rang suddenly, efficiently steering the conversation away from Lucius Malfoy's possible death by doxy.

"Oh I hope that's Seamus," Hermione said as Draco walked over to open the door. He sneered at the person in the doorway.

"It's a lost puffskein; want me to kick it, Granger?"

Neville Longbottom stuck his head round the door a confused look on his face. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over to the door, pulling a magazine out of Malfoy's grasp.

"Ignore him- he's still traumatised over doxy man's death. Do come in Neville." Hermione said, opening the door wider and elbowing Malfoy in the stomach.

Neville smiled at Hermione and walked in carrying a bottle of wine.

"Here- I thought- it would be nice to bring-"

"Well, you though wrong," Malfoy sneered smoothly.

"Did I mention recently," Hermione began, shooting daggers at Malfoy, "that I don't like you?" Malfoy huffed and walked back into the lounge to find some more magazines. "Don't mind him Neville," Hermione said, "it was a lovely idea to bring some wine."

Malfoy coughed from the lounge, "suck up."

"Er, do you want me to help at all, Hermione?" Neville asked, looking unsurely in the general direction of the lounge.

"She doesn't need any help, she's bloody stubborn-"

"Could you set the table for me Neville, please?" Hermione said smoothly, cutting across Draco's yell from the other room. Neville nodded, and walked over to the work top, where Hermione had taken out some crockery.

Suddenly there was the loud crack of someone Apperating into Hermione's kitchen- something which caused Neville to drop and break a plate. Seamus Finnegan smiled at them all, carrying several bottles of spirits, cans of beer, bottles of wine and oddly enough a pack of sparkly straws.

"Don't worry Chef Granger- we have all the essential supplies."

In Which Terry loses a two pound Coin.

Terry Boot looked at it in some doubt. What if it was some sort of amputated wand? He'd seen other muggles using them, but well, looked how they'd turned out. Terry gritted his teeth, looked down the road; there were people, they'd save him if it attacked. He narrowed his eyes and walked into the phone box.

Nothing.

Terry let out a sigh of relief; if it was going to attack now was as good time as any. He reached out for the phone and brought a piece of parchment from his pocket with a long line of numbers on it. He began studiously typing them in, with the receiver at arms length. Then, he put in a two pound coin. He tentatively brought the phone to his ear in time to hear a gruff mans voice speaking.

"Pete's electronics rentals, how c'na 'elp?"

Tentatively Terry spoke, "Erm, I need to hire some entertainment for tonight."

There was silence, "We got, a widescreen TV and two playstations left, if you-"

Not knowing what a TV or playstation was, Terry consented. "Perfect, can I have them delivered?"

The man seemed a bit taken aback at how willing Terry was, "Er, yeah, anywhere within a five mile radius is free."

Terry thought, "Tillerton is where I need them delivered too, is that ok?"

"Er, yeah, that's only a couple of miles, what's the address?"

Terry gave the man Hermione's address,

"And we need them for about eight o' clock. Is that ok?

"The man grunted.

"I'll pay when you deliver them," he said. The man grunted again. Terry smiled,

"Bye bye," and with that he stopped talking. He just held the receiver. He looked around the phone booth wondering what to do with it. There was a coat peg on the back of the door which caught Terry's eye. Terry hung the phone on the peg and opened the door a minimal amount, managing to slip out. He stood outside the phone booth and smiled. The phone was still on the door handle and he had the entertainment booked.

Feeling rather proud of himself Terry wondered if he should phone Hermione to tell her, he pushed the door of the phone booth back open again and the phone receiver fell to the floor and cracked, exposing the cables.

Terry looked left and right, no one had seen.

He ran.