Chapter two
After a shockingly long three hour class, it was time for lunch. Knowing that he had a bit over an hour, Erob started heading for the library so he could start getting a feeling where everything was. Then when Hermione saw which way Erob was heading she asked, "Are going to the library? Because if you are there's a shortcut if you take a right on the way to the Great Hall. Come on, I'm going there too I'll show you."
They were walking down a hallway, dimly lit with small blazes every ten feet, on their way to the library when Erob just realized that nobody had called him from home since yesterday. He whipped open his phone and exclaimed "How the hell is this thing dead, it was fully charged yesterday?" Then Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and started laughing at him. "What are you laughing at?" and when she finally caught her breath she was barely able to say "I c-can't believe D-D-Dumbledore never told y-y-y-you that elect-tronic devices don't w-work." "WHOA… WHOA… WHOA. What do you mean that electronic devices don't work, do you mean like on Tuesdays or at the beginning of the year, or… what? Because I know that you're not telling me that electronic devices don't EVER work here. Right?" At this point Hermione had finished laughing. "Mmmmm. Considering the fact that my cell hasn't worked in the three years that I've been here, I'm going to say that it was that last thing you said" she told him with an ever so pleasant fake smile. "How how how, why why how why why how why why how why… Oh My God" he rambled. "No Gameboy, No T.V., No Internet, No… Nothing! Just… magic and books?" All Hermione did was nod her head.
Unable to focus on reading, and suddenly feeling very nauseous, Erob decided to go ahead and get some food in his stomach.
After lunch Erob, Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking to their next class when Malfoy and those big lummoxes who seem oddly drawn to him came across their path. Hermione asked "Can we help you with something?" and Malfoy said "You and I, one on one." Pointing his wand at Erob. ( If this was a t.v. show, there this would be the perfect time for a commercial break,anyway.) "Why?" Erob simply stated, with a look of complete indifference on his face. And Malfoy retorted, "So I can show you how incredibly superior I compared to you of course!" " Haven't I proven that by being in the Quadwizard Tournament?" asked Erob "That doesn't prove anything! I wasn't given the chance to enter like you were!" shouted Malfoy "So you are blaming me because you weren't or I guess aren't good enough at wizardry, after receiving three entire years of training from the best teachers in the world, to even enter you name into the Goblet of Fire? And now you want to duel me, someone who has never received magical training from a licensed professional, who did enter and gain acceptance into the Quadwizard Tournament. Is that what your doing?" At this point Malfoy just gaped "I-I-uhhh" " You I-I-uhhh, oh ok you I-I-uhhh, I'm sorry I don't know what that is exactly do you know Harry? No, ok what about you Hermione? Do you know? You don't either, hmmm that's strange, none of us know what I-I-uhhh means. Oh, maybe its just something that spoiled, talent less brats say because they don't know how to do anything else." By the time Erob finished Malfoy was obviously very P.O.ed, so much in fact that he shouted "Bombarto!", blasting Erob several yards backwards! With a robe still smoking he yelled "What the hell is your problem, you just tried to blow me up you jackass!" "Yeah, looks like I did. I'm kinda surprised your even in one piece right now" Yelling at himself for not having his wand out earlier, he whipped it out and said, "I'd be missing an arm if you were half-way competent!" Erob knew fully well that that wasn't the reason, but considering the circumstances he doubted anyone think to question him. "Fine" declared Erob, "If you really wanna duel me then lets go ahead, right now. But even if you do mind, we're doing this professionally, rather than just shoot off spells like some" Throwing Malfoy a look of complete disdain, "imbecile. And since someone like you probably doesn't have a clue how a, what's the word… proper duel goes, I guess I'll have to show you." "Fine, but I know bloody well how a duel progresses!" returned Malfoy. "Crabbe, be my second!" And the big oaf gave a grunt and nod of acceptance, Erob bit back a smile at his obvious stupidity.