Not really knowing how to handle the whole situation Vincent decided it would be best if he just stuck with his plan on going to his dorm room and getting some rest. Yet when he climbed into his bed he found himself unable to fall asleep, restless thoughts traveling to his stomach giving him a feeling not unlike indigestion. Knowing that sleep was out of the option as long as his stomach hurt and head hurt, Vincent sat up and noticed a box of some sort atop his trunk. Curious as to the contents of this mysterious box Vincent picked it up.
Vincent: Examines the box and sees a tag proclaiming to whom it belongs to and who sent it. "To: my bestest chum in the world, from: your bestest chum."
Draco enters the room making more of a scene then necessary, despite the commotion Vincent failed to notice the invasion, still busy starring at the box.
Draco: "Crabbe!"
Crabbe: Answering in a surprised grunt. "Sir?"
Draco: "Where's Goyle?"
Crabbe: Caught off guard by the seemingly simple question. "…Umm…."
Draco: "Well?"
Crabbe: Putting the box down on his bed, feeling a sudden spasm of guilt course through his being. "Dunno…."
Draco: Agitated with the sub-par answers Crabbe was giving him. "What! How can you not know? You two always know where the other is, given that's because most of the time you're right next to one another, but I digress. Now get off your fat arse and go and find him, I have a job for you two."
Crabbe: Responding in his usual grunt like fashion when talking to anyone other then Goyle. "Yes sir."
Draco: "Well get a move on!"
Unable to think anything else through, Crabbe hopped out of his bed and made his way to the door, leaving the box forlorn on his bedspread.
Draco: Muttering as Crabbe passed him. " Fat oafs…I swear…an't find competent hel…days."
Spirit slightly uplifted seeing that Draco was acting like his normal self, Crabbe left the room off to find Goyle.
Draco: Noticing the box that Crabbe had forgotten to hide, Draco made his way to examine the box for himself. "What's this? 'To: my bestest chum in the world, from: your bestest chum.' Maybe Crabbe isn't such an idiot after all."
Draco opened the lid and found an array of expensive looking sweets; his mouth began to salivate at the delectable sight. Not caring if he spoiled his supper or not commenced devouring the sweets, not really savoring them like the person who the sweets were really meant for would have.
