Harry sulked about the aft section of the plane moodily, he envied Kraug and her paralysis, at least that traitorous parapalegic didn't have to fret about disembodied spirits snatching up all her nugs because she is too paralyzed to smoke any amount of weed. "Watch where you're sulking, Scary Potter," Harry's albino companion spat at him, Kraug also didn't have to put up with Draco all the time either, but it had been Padma's plan that all the Mystery Kids split up to look for the potergeist individually and Harry had been forced to grudgingly go along with it, the poor girl had lost her sister recently, so it was only fair to play into her impractical whims. And that's how Harry ended up stuck with Draco.
Draco used his ferret patronus to sniff out the ghost but it just didn't seem to be working so he retrieved it back into his sternum. It felt weird having his appendix removed but he much preferred that once squishyfilled cavity stuffed full of a glowing ferret made of light and good vibes all up in there. So he was pretty okay with it all in all, except that he was getting nowhere! He snapped at Harry to take his mind off his useless ferret problems, "you stomp around like a goat on a giant snare drum made of bells, how the hell are we supposed to sneak up on the pottergiest like that?" Harry hid his face to hide his tears of shame, it was all true, he had always had such a heavy foot but had optimistically hoped no one would notice him clattering around all the time, Draco's cold remark sent a flood of realization through Harry 'the snake'. He saw all the shocked reactions of his friends as he entered a room through a whole new light now, "it really is because i walk loud as hell," he figured to himself and forgot all about finding the potergeist.
How could he possibly focus on some wretched specter when flashes of relighted memory washed over him, all the times he heard people saying things like 'oh fuck whats th-oh it's just Harry', and 'damn that boy walks loud,' while entering a room came back to him and wiggled and squirmed all up into his psyche. He had hid from the knowledge for so long that it seemed ridiculous to him now, how deluded he had been, often times he would even startle himself with his crazy loud stomping gate but he had pushed such thoughts so far back unto themselves they had compressed into an oblique sphere of unknowing at his woe begotten and yet blessedly forgetful core. But that's all over now, he thought, and he was right, damn right. Harry stomped right up to Draco, he really put some elbow grease into this time and the concussive waves he created from his incredibly awkward and gay looking mode of raucous walking sent the white haired dick-brained elitist crashing up against the wall in a stumbling wave of newfound respect. "Hey maybe that sonic stomping wave will come in handy against the pottergeist," Draco begrudgingly admitted.
"Your mom comes in handy" Harry replied.
Spiders wet her lips and began to thrust her puckered, wet lips all over Filch's erect wiener. She was fiending something fierce for boogers by now, because she had gone several days without shooting up boogers. It all started when her band, the Chumbawumbas, were robbed at gunpoint and then she didn't have any more money to buy boogers, it felt like her nostrils were as big as dinner plates and she couldn't wait to get all this filthy plane filter air out of her gaping face holes so she offered filch a handy-j for 20 bucks and he bartered her down to 15 but called the whole thing off once he noticed her weird ass hands, upon which she had removed a finger each, as well as her toes, to be more like a spider, with eight of everything. So she ended up giving him a lip job as well and then ran off to find her boogers dealer as quick as she can. Really, Spiders had bigger fish on her plate to worry about than her silly boogers withdrawals but she couldn't bring herself to care about time-skips while her nostrills were so dry and barren, just like her goth-gone-punk heart.
All around Spiders there was so much joy and wonder and wander but she was too distracted by boogers and lack of boogers to notice it, the mirthful faces of the children as they raced about with candy falling out of costumed pockets in technicolor trails, the swirling snow outside and cozily roaring fires, no she was much too disturbed to see any of these things. And so the holiday season passed over her in one foul swoop, as though the time child herself were on her heels, but Spiders could not worry about that, not now, all she could do for now was run, and run she did.