Me: I'm gonna change you like a remix!
Dani: And then I'll raise you like a Phoenix!
Dani and Me: PUT ON YOUR WAR PAINT!
Danny: Let the story begin before they decide to make this a karaoke session.
Danny woke up and was happy to know it was the weekend. "Alright, first I'm going to eat breakfast and then take Cujo out." Danny looked around to see that everyone else in his dorm were either still sleeping or already downstairs. Danny smirked, picked up Cujo, and phased out of his dorm. He walked down to the Great Hall and bumped into his friends. "Hey you two, let's go sit at my table today."
Sam and Tucker nodded, and the Amity Trio sat at the Slytherin table. Danny grabbed waffles and bacon, Tucker grabbed eggs and bacon, and Sam got ahold of unnamable fruit. As they ate, they heard someone behind them. They turned to see Draco glaring at them. "Fenton, you dare bring a Gryffindor to the Slytherin table?! This will surely do you bad!"
"Don't care. They're my best friends, I don't need popularity anyway. It's for posers."
"How dare you?! I am not a poser!"
"I never said you were. But I will say this, I'd rather be myself than pretend to be something I'm not just to fit in. That prevents you from getting real friends."
"How so?!"
"Because they're as fake as you if you pretend." Danny explained. "I know from experience."
"Well, Fenton, America and England are two different places!"
"Correction, we are currently in Scotland."
"Whatever." Draco huffed as he left the three to do what they want. The Amity Trio smirked and started to talk about the Magick game. After breakfast, Danny took Cujo outside, went behind a tree and transformed. He turned off Cujo's cloaking device and gestured him to fly. The ghost puppy happily complied. They flew for about two hours before going back to Hogwarts. They landed in an empty hallway and transformed back to normal (Danny once again cloaking Cujo). They went back to their dorm to relax and enjoy their Saturday. Cujo laid down on Danny's bed while Danny grabbed his ecto laptop and began to play Gmod. After a few hours, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned his head to see Draco. He sighed. "What do you want?"
"I want to know what you are using."
"I'm using a magical version of a muggle laptop. A laptop is an entertainment device with games and social media. You can also do school work on them, watch the news, and other things."
"Since when do muggles have such things?!"
"Dude, it's 2017. Did you really expect them to not try and find ways to speed their world up and create many forms of entertainment?"
"Not really. My parents told me that they-"
"Were useless scum who waste space? Where haven't I heard that before? Jeez, please don't tell me that you truly believe that racist bogus."
"But my parents-"
"Seem to be racist and egotistical if they told you that."
"How would you know whether or not muggles can progress?"
"My older sister is a squib. Because of that, my mom and dad moved in around muggles so she could fit in. I was the child with magic of the two, but I still grew up around muggles. And as far as I could tell, the only thing that separates muggles and wizards is the whole magic issue. But that is what makes muggles more creative and physically strong. Wizards have magic, so they don't need to find ways to do things creatively nor build a physique."
"So what does your sister do now?"
"She's on her way to becoming a psychologist."
"What's that?"
"Someone who helps others who have been in traumatizing situations or are currently in them."
"Oh. So what is on this laptop of yours?"
"What I'm currently on or everything in it?"
"What you're currently on."
"I'm playing Garry's Mod, or Gmod for short. It's a game where reality is virtually distorted and illogical. In some modes, your character can fly, while in others, it can't. You also get a variety of weapons, skins, which are simply what your character can look like, props, moveable characters, and worlds to go to. And on Gmod, if you have a mic, or gamer headphones, which have a mic built into them, you can talk to other players online."
"Interesting for something made by muggles. How come it's not in the books?"
"Probably because wizards don't really take note to what entertainment devices are made by muggles. But my family have first hand experience with them. Hell, some of my best friends were muggles!"
"Were?"
"Let's just say my town has a low life expectancy rate. Very low." To the point that kids are half dead.
"May I try?"
Danny raised an eyebrow. "Try what?"
"This game of yours."
"Sure." Danny had Draco sit down and place the laptop on his lap. "Alright, I'm going to let you play the murder mode. To move forward, you press w on the keyboard. To move side to side, you press either a or d, depending on which side you are going to. To move back, you press s. The sensor part of the mouse," Danny points to the mouse, "helps steer view. Now here are the rules of this mode. One, don't trust anyone who doesn't have a gun if you're a bystander. Two, if you are the murderer, you have to kill the other characters using the knife in your inventory, which is summoned by pressing 3 on your keyboard. And when killing, you can't let yourself get caught unless they don't have the gun, which means you can easily get them too. And as the bystander with the gun, you have to try to kill the murderer using your gun, which is summoned the same way as the knife when murderer. Now, let's connect you to the server."
Danny set Draco up on one of the smaller packed servers. He then watched, entertained, as the blond Slytherin played murder. The poor kid kept on dying in almost every round. It took all of the young halfa's strength not to laugh. And this went on for hours because Draco was determined to beat the game. It passed lunchtime, but he didn't care. He wasn't even hungry. The determination filled his stomach (fellow gamers, if you are reading this, I'm sure you understand what it's like). He kept on playing until the screen went black.
"What the? What happened?!" Draco exclaimed. Danny yawned.
"The laptop is out of juice. I have to charge it."
"Charge it?"
"It's out of magical power. I have to refill it. It'll take an hour or two." Danny explained, closing the laptop and picking it up.
"Oh." Just then, Crabbe and Goyle walked in.
"Hey Draco! Whatcha' doing?" Crabbe asked.
"Just talking to Fenton about potions." Draco lied. "Speaking of which, could you two go get me a few books on some of the advanced potions?"
"Sure thing, Draco!" Crabbe and Goyle left to retrieve the books. Danny looked at Draco.
"Why did you lie?"
"Because it would be bad if others found out that I was using a muggle device. News would get to my dad, and then I'd be in major trouble."
"Why? It's not like you're on crack or basalt!"
"What are-"
"Drugs. As in illegal drugs."
"Oh. Well, anyway, like you already know, my parents hate muggles, and-"
"You're afraid of getting disowned."
"Yeah."
"Some parents you have." Danny muttered. "I have another question for you."
"Hmm?"
"Why are you mean to Harry, Ron, and Hermione? I know that their in Gryffindor, and most Slytherins hate that house, but you pick on those three the most out of theif house."
"I have my reasons, Fenton. And I'd rather not tell."
"Okay then. But in my opinion, I think you're jealous."
"How so?!"
"They have a bond with each other, which you don't have with the numskulls that follow you around. They have a real brewing friendship, you don't. They can be themselves, you can't. They-"
"Enough, I get it! You don't need to rub it in my face."
"I was only stating the facts. Anyway, I'm going to go put my laptop on the charger." Danny left the room. Draco looked down at his hands.
"He's right, I am jealous. But there's no way I'm going to admit that in public!"
"Afraid of admitting such a thing? That's a little sad." An eerie voice said behind him. He jumped and turned a white haired boy with toxic green eyes. He was his age.
"Who are you?!"
"Me? I'm a ghost. You can call me by my surname, Phantom."
"Phantom? That's a weird last name."
"Isn't Malfoy a weird one as well?"
"Hey!"
"Just saying. But back to business, not admitting to certain things will indeed cause you problems. It's only a matter of time."
"Prove it!"
"Why do you think I'm dead?" Danny questioned smugly.
"Uh…"
"Exactly. Now I'd love to stay and chat, however I have to go." And with that, Danny phased out of the room and left one very confused Slytherin.
Me: Don't you guys get angry with me. Draco was indeed jealous of the Golden Trio for the same reasons! He admitted to it in the Cursed Child book.
Danny: And I know how to get on people's nerves!
Me: And advertise games to wizards!
Danny: Hell yeah I do!
Danny and me: *high five one another*
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