Hello everybody. This is Blair here. I would like to start this author's note off by indulging in some pettiness, so feel free to skip the whole darn thing and go straight to the story. I received a comment by joebthegreat, which I found enlightening to read, was very grateful for the opinion, and do believe was utter bullshit. If I recall, I categorized this story as "humor." If you can't even read the story descriptions, why leave a comment broadcasting your own stupidity? While I was happy that you took the time to read my story and then to review, I wish that you had just given me some constructive criticism instead of dissecting the chapter. You "expect me" to play on just how "disgustingly horrible" my title sounds? "Expect?" Buddy, this is my fiction. Unless I run a survey, you don't get a say in my pages. If my story is so comically bad that you have to nitpick every out-of-character moment, may I remind you that the only perfectly in-character book was written by J. K. Rowling herself. This is fanfiction. I'm allowed to stretch things if I want. But please, go ahead and tell me how this chapter is filled with unfortunate implications and OOC impossibilities. I'd love to hear your uncalled-for opinion. Message me if there are just too many to count, I don't want to start a live feud.

On another note, I am moving houses in about a week. I don't know when I'll be able to get to a computer again, so don't count too much on updates anywhere from the 18th to the 30th. Sorry!

Now, to the story!

"Pansy! How could you?" Meredith squealed.

Pansy rolled her eyes. This muggle that she had found didn't understand anything! I mean, yeah, Pansy might have blown up a bakery, but it was way overpriced! No way was it going to survive. It was a mercy-killing.

Meredith was a total Hufflepuff. Pansy sighed, scooting over to the opposite booth. Blaise wasn't even trying to talk to his muggle, who was reading a horror novel.

They exchanged glances, and nodded to each other. Getting up, both made excuses to leave, Blaise saying that he was going to the loo and Pansy saying she was going to find the Treat Trolley.

The muggles barely acknowledged them. The two purebloods exited the compartment, and a few minutes later Draco and Marcus walked in, Harry trailing unsurely behind them.

"Hey, Meredith, Fox." Marcus greeted the two, going over to sit next to the boy. Fox, who was wearing a long goth glove, highfived him before returning to his book. Meredith smiled, then looked out the window.

Draco looked around. "Where are Pansy and Blaise?"

"Left." Fox said, not taking his eyes off the book. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Well, Potter. Seems it's just you and me." He sat down next to the two muggle boys, and Harry sat next to Meredith.

"Why are you doing this, Malfoy?" Harry asked, calmly. "I just want to know why."

"Doing what? I assure you, I'm doing nothing." Draco drawled.

"Damn it, Malfoy, I'm not an idiot!" Harry yelled.

"Could've fooled me." Draco murmured.

All three muggles looked at them, surprised at Harry's outburst.

"Marcus, he looks just like you!" Meredith whispered. Marcus rolled his eyes.

"Duh. He's been sitting here, for like, ten minutes." He said.

The wizards ignored them. "Please, FerretFace, I know you're up to something. Where did you find Marcus? ?"

Marcus laughed. Draco glared. "It's none of your business where I found the muggle. And for the record, I've never even heard of , never mind use it."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'll figure out what you're planning, Malfoy, you can count on that." Giving one final glare, he got up and left the compartment.

Meredith, Fox and Marcus looked at Draco, who was staring at the compartment door with an expression halfway between wishful and hopeless.

Harry stormed off to his own compartment, then remembered that he had left to sulk in misery, and went off to do just that.

As he reached the lavatory, he heard a dreamy voice say, "Hello Harry. How are you on this fine Waynowa Day?"

"Hello Luna." He said. "What do you mean?"

The blonde smiled. "Waynowa Day. Once, long ago, there was a witch named Waynowa Wavertye, and she was tired of a feud between her family and another, the Dubodens. To end it, she married the Duboden's son, Demetrius." Luna adjusted her pink-shaded glasses. "To celebrate the wedding, both sides declared peace and became friends. Today is their 990th anniversary, and it's a holiday where mortal enemies become friends and lovers. And also the week of delicious cookies. Waynowa had a soft spot for gingerbread, you see."

Harry stared at her. Mortal enemies becoming lovers? Please god, don't let that foreshadow anything, he thought to himself. "Um, okay then. Don't… tell anyone else of this."

Luna just skipped off, humming. Harry saw a muggle boy following her, obviously head over heels in love.

Harry shook his head. Things just keep getting weirder and weirder.

As he walked, he reflected on what Luna had said. It couldn't be, could it? He just couldn't fathom it. Hogwarts gingersnaps were never delicious. They were always burnt. It was the one flaw of the house elves' cooking.

Anyway, as he started thinking of cookies, he stumbled over a foot that, curiously enough, had been stuck out right in his path.

"Hey!" He regained his balance, to see a mirror reflection of himself staring back.

"Hey, twin! We wondered what happened to you." Marcus grinned.

Harry stood up. "Well, uh, I needed some air."

Marcus nodded. "Yeah, I figured. So, that guy Malfoy. You two don't like each other?"

Harry snorted. "You could say that."

"Because, I think, oh, well, you wouldn't want to know." Marcus said coyly.

Harry perked an ear. "What?"

"Well, when he was at my house, we let him stay the night, and I found a few things." Marcus revealed.

Harry blinked. Malfoy, at a muggle house?

"You know what, we should find an empty compartment." Marcus grabbed Harry be the arm and pulled him into the room next to them. How they managed to find an empty compartment so quickly is beyond the author's comprehension.

Anyway, the two sat down and Marcus continued talking. "So, anyway, let me start from the beginning. I was hanging at home alone, and the doorbell rings. I get up to answer it, and the weirdest kid is standing there! He's wearing robes and a weird sort of holster, and he looks at me as if I'M strange. So I'm just standing there looking at him and he goes, "Are you going to invite me in?"

The next chapter will be Marcus's flashback. I know, cliffhanger, and not even a good one, but I was sick of writing, so, this is it for today. Stay awesome, you guys.