"Blaise! How many times do I have to bloody tell you—I hate card games!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, angrily forcing all my cards into my best friends lap.

I crossed my arms, hoping to finally get the message through Blaise's thick skull. "Why?" he fussed, making a pout face as he bent down on the floor to collect all the card I threw that originally were supposed to land on his lap.

I rolled my eyes, as if the answer were obvious. "Because," I scowled, "It's a boring way to pass time, it's hard, and it's—eew—muggle!"

I shuddered shaking off my hands from where I had held them. "Not all card games are muggle," Blaise assured me. "It's probably just this set—anyway, my cousin Zach is a clean, normal muggle. If I'd told you that Zach were a wizard when he gave me these, you'd probably love card games."

I shook my head. "No, I wouldn't—not even if Zach were a pureblood, mate!"

Blaise gave me The Look. "Fine!" I shrieked. "You win! But the fact is, Zach is a muggle, and he gave you those cards for Christmas from, let me remind you, a muggle shop. Therefore, they have muggle germs! Eeew!"

I shuddered again, and my friend looked disappointed. "That's so immature, D'man! You do this every time I ask you to play cards!" he whined.

I nodded—it was true. "There's a solution to that, though," I told him. "Don't ask me to play again."

Blaise shook his head hopelessly and sighed, about to mock me when Hector Avery—as he always did around this time of the game—burst into the room. "You GUYS!" he shrieked. "YOU ARE SO LUCKY YOU'RE OFF WORK TODAY—IN FACT I'M MAD AT YOU BECAUSE YOU DO HAVE A DIFFERENT SCHEDULE!"

Blaise and I exchanged clueless looks, as we both got jobs up at Potion Poison's only a week ago, with different working days and hours than Hector. Why was he mad? He knew it wasn't our fault and we had to take whatever schedule we were given to keep the job. "What's up, H man?" Blaise questioned in his rich Hispanic accent, "Everyone at Potion Poisons today got transferred over to Wizburger?"

Both Blaise and I burst out laughing, remembering a month ago when we went there and ordered 113 fries just to make the famous Harry Potter sweat like he had influenza. Hector did not join in on our joy, but instead stood with his hands on his hips, growling dangerously. "That's just IT guys! That's the problem!" he scowled, looking ready to kill.

"Oh!" I said. "I'm so sorry, Hector. I just can't believe you were fired from Potion Poison's to work for Wizburger…pity really…"

I felt bad for the guy—he loved Potion Poison's so much…it was a good job—I loved it too. "Bummer," Blaise agreed.

Hector shook his head, frizzy black curls flying everywhere. "No! No, no, no—scratch that theory. Guys! I was doing awesome at Potion Poison's—you know that—but today…guys!"

He looked at both of us again and sighed loudly as if his life were over. Can you say Drama Queen? "Oh!" Blaise said, "You got fired from Potion Poison's, but didn't get hired for Wizburger because we ordered so much. The manager won't take you seriously. Lo mucho siento…it was me—I started the whole idea to order a lot…"

"NO…"

Hector was becoming more angry and impatient as time passed and we were still clueless. 'Why doesn't he just tell us already?' I thought.

"Oh! DUH!" Blaise shouted, "I know! I know—you wanted some fries this afternoon after work, so you stopped by Wizburger where the manager explained that you could no longer purchase fries because of your foolishness a month ago!"

He smiled, proud of himself. Hector sighed again and once again shook his head. "You dudes are hopeless…" he mumbled under his breath.

"Well…what then?" I questioned, annoyed as the African-American plopped down at a table and laid his head down.

"Cheesy glasses, D'man…" he whispered.

Blaise lit up with another idea. "Harry Boxterzantaz? What'd he do, H? I'll beat him up for you, man—I've wanted an excuse to ever since he denied my advice to use magic instead of taping up his old, old glasses--"

"BLAISE!" Hector snapped his head up and glared at the annoying Latino before him. "Forget about Harry Boxterzantaz, dude! He's an idiot first year who has nothing against you, okay? There is, however, a different Harry who DOES have something against you and WILL be getting his revenge because he already did me."

At that moment, I knew whom Hector was talking about, but didn't have time to answer. Blaise cut me off. "Harry Taponiaaii?" He questioned uncertainly. "I only bumped into him once in the hall last year because I was in a major hurry—I didn't think he was mad about it and would be the type to hold a grudge…"

"What?" I questioned, really beginning to wonder if Blaise had a mental problem that needed attention.

Hector gave him the Death Look. "Blaise Zabini…" he growled. "Where the bloody hell do you hear about all these Harry's?"

"Easy," Blaise shrugged. "When you're an outcast, you know everybody because you can follow them without being noticed."

He rubbed his hands together evilly. "So, dude—if it's not Harry Taponiaaii, then—could it possibly be Harry Chansleiar? Harry Roserkan? Or is it a girl? Harriet Zan Tur Sleur Tolerll? Or hey—I bet it's--"

"HARRY POTTER! Duh! You are so blonde sometimes, Blaise! You don't even have blonde locks! Ugh! It's so bloody annoying!" Hector screamed.

Blaise crossed his arms. "That's what I was about to say," he mumbled under his breath.

"I knew it was Harry Potter," I said now that Blaise was finished guessing. "Now let me guess, Hector—Potter was mad at you for helping us order lots of fries, so he waiting until Blaise and I got jobs. Now that we're employed, he's getting his revenge. This afternoon while you were working. He got you, and tomorrow while Blaise and I are there, he's coming for us."

I smiled. "NO—He—Hey, wait! For once in your life, you're right," he sounded shocked.

I, too, had to admit I was shocked. "WOW!" I felt proud.

"Yeah—but dude--"Blaise interrupted. (The one thing he was good at.) "Hey, that's a big relief, man! I was worried that Harry Taponiaaii had anger issues or something, you know. That kid was real nice at the time I knocked him down—I apologized, and he didn't seem mad at all. So it didn't make sense that he'd all of a sudden be mad, right--"

"SHUT UP, BLAISE!" Hector bellowed. "You are getting on my last nerve…"

Blaise sat back in his seat, arms still crossed, not saying another word. It's not like he tries to be a dumb blonde. Still…he WAS being annoying. "Go on, Hector—what'd Potter do to you?" I questioned to end the terrible silence.

Blaise nodded to let him know he'd no longer interrupt. "Well…I was cashiering, ya know? Then Potter and Weasel came up to the counter with load and loads of potions, goodies, and food. Lot's of heavy items like 2-liters and items that are scan like flowers. Or rice because you have to unfold the label. Then they had, like—I think it was twelve bags—huge bags, mind you, of cat food. Those were heavy to lift, dude! There were 3 boxes of 24 bottles of water, which are even harder to lift--"

I winced. He wasn't kidding. Potter really DID give him a hard time. "AND, not to the weasel was on Potter's wiz-phone the entire time—do you know how annoying that is? I'm trying to be friendly, but I can't be because he's busy talking to someone else!"

"And while Weasel's chatting away, Potter's making sure the price on every item is correct. I had to send my bagger to the aisles five times because Potter was convinced the price was lower than I rang it up for. It took me a full hour to check them out—I had people leave my line because it was so slow!"

"I'm so sorry, Hector," I apologized.

"Yeah, well you're going to go through the same process or worse. That's what they said. Aye—I'm going to take a pill and go to bed—I have a major headache."

My stomach tightened. Is there any way I can pretend to be sick or something tomorrow? Oh, bugger…

A/N: Okay, I know, I said this chappie would actually feature Draco cashiering, and I apologize for that—but never fear! Next chappie WILL be all about Draco, and I'm going to make sure by starting it out with him at Potion Poison's. Plus, there will be more chapters after the next one—who knows! Maybe Harry Boxterzantaz will make a special apperance! Stay tuned. And don't forget to Read and Review.