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Warning: Language
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Prompt: Moist
Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust. The plumbing had burst in the kitchen, spraying water everywhere, and now his sandwich – his perfect culinary masterpiece – was moist. Draco couldn't even recreate the sandwich; he'd used the last of the bread to make it.
He'd just finished making the sandwich and put his plate down on the counter by the sink while he put away the ingredients he used to make it. He was licking his lips in anticipation when it happened. The pipe burst, and jets of water came streaming out, spraying everything.
Draco felt defeated – by a simple pipe! His pride kept him from going and hiding and letting it continue to cause damage while he hid and pretended nothing was wrong.
He didn't want to go back into the kitchen; everything was wet or at least moist and Draco was disgusted. He wished he knew the charms to fix the sink, although he had finally figured out the one to make it stop spewing water.
He sighed and leaned against the wall, defeated. He would have to wait for Harry to get home, and let him deal with fixing the damn thing. He sighed and glanced at the kitchen again, realising it would need to be cleaned. He glanced at himself and the sorry, soaked state he was in, and shrugged. He might as well do something useful.
He cast one last forlorn look at his moist sandwich, and sadly went back into the kitchen to begin cleaning up.