I was excited. I followed Draco, wondering what we were gonna do. We went outside to Draco's car. Pixie vanished in thin air.
"Ivory, what did Proff. T say?" Draco asked in a whisper. He put his spiffy, neat hands on mine.
"She said she would tell me what the visions meant tomorrow." I had told him this, but she had never said it but whatever. He took out a bible and a golden cross and prayed to the good Lord because praying is better than drugs. He started to fly the car into a tree. Glass and blood was everywhere.
We got on top of it and Draco played some Lady Gaga.
"I wanna take a ride on your disco stick!" sang Lady Gaga's fabulous rad voice. We starting tilting the cloves off of some onions for fun. Then Draco pinned me down on the car and we started to do suggestive things. He took off my pink lingerie. Then he put some more screws in me along with other tools. I'm not sure why he gets off to this, but whatever floats his boat.
"Ohmahgaw, Draaaccoooooooooooooooooo!" I screeched into the night air. I was getting an organism. We started speaking French passively. We were getting very good at it. Then, as an obvious compliment to Draco's screw ability, I fell asleep. I had a dream. There was a black dude shooting two guys!
"Nuuu don't kill us, plz!" they pleaded but they were shot anyway. He ran away, Flintstones style, in a red car.
"NuuuuUUUU!" I shrieked.
"Ivory, what's wrong?!" he asked. I woke up and was breathing heavily.
I began to cry glitter tears. I told Draco to call Pixie Boy. He did on his iPhone 8. This was terrible...the guys getting shot were...dramatic build up...LUCIAN AND SERIOUS!