This one reads:

Draco

James

Draco

Harry

Packing Problems

"Fold those."

"No. I don't like folding."

"Then you are dead to me."

"He can just hang his robes when he gets there. It's not a big deal."

"But it is. I payed a pretty penny...well, technically your dad payed a pretty penny...for those robes. He's going to fold them. If he doesn't they'll crease.

"But mum..."

"No! You will do as I tell you to. If I tell you to eat a live fish, you'll do it. If I tell you to fold your robes, you'll do it."

"You...you won't tell him to eat a live fish, will you? 'Cause that's just wrong."

"I'm not going to tell him to do that, it's just that I want to prove a point. And you aren't helping."

"But I don't want to do what you tell me, Mum. You never tell me to do something that's fun."

"That's because you don't have to be told to do something that is fun. Just...do it. Harry, you help him, I've got to make a few calls."

"You're helping. It was your idea to make the boy pack so bleeding early. He's got two more weeks before he leaves."

"It's because I know how the two of you are. There will more than likely be some incredibly inane project that you get enamored with and I would have had to pack James by myself."

"That probably would have been better, Mum. You're so picky about it."

"James, love, I'm not picky. I just have pride."

"Pride? You call having to have your robes neatly folded and crease-free pride? Because I call it obsessive. I don't even try to put up my clothes anymore, you just drag them back out and refold everything."

"You do it wrong and are incapable of being taught the correct way."

"So am I, so can dad and I go get me an owl or something?"

"Nonsense, you have to pack."

"He has two weeks! I'm sure he'll have it done!"

"You know what, fine. Go get the stupid owl. You might as well pick up two fish because I'm going to make you EAT THEM!"

"Thanks mum, I promise I'll be packed before Hogwarts and my robes will be folded and...everything."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

"Good Lord Malfoy, you are such a bloody girl. I'm surprised you haven't donned a flowered apron and muttered 'Men' as you rolled your eyes."

"I can always make you stay here and clean things. Don't think I won't."

"NO! Anything but the cleaning! Dad, shut it, I don't want to pack or clean!"

"Right. Sorry."

"That's what I thought."

End