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A/N: Just an idea I felt creep up on me. Think of this scene occurring after the two young Slytherins manage to escape from the Death Eaters' den. Anyway, the idea of them arguing overice creamwhilerunning awayjust seemed to fit their personalities. Besides, who better than the two Slytherins we know nothing about?
An Everyday Occurrence, Why Do You Ask?
The pair stumbled out of the cave, Blaise's arm draped around Ted's neck. Blaise held his other hand against his bleeding side, while Ted tried to keep upright with the added weight. An observer who wasn't a Slytherin would've been utterly shocked at their conversation as they trudged along.
"Really? I always," a hacking cough interrupted him, "preferred cookie dough."
"Come now, Blaise. Everyone knows that orange sherbert is the best. And stop coughing blood on me, I just got these robes pressed."
"Sorry. I'll force myself to stop bleeding," another racking cough, "to death from a dozen sodding knife wounds. And orange sherbert? Could you be any more of a prissy-pants poofter than you already are?"
"Points for alliteration, but really, old chum, you've got to admire ice cream that has to have the color it is in the name. Plus the tangy taste-"
"'Scuse me,but I need to pass out. And not just because you're making me ill."