HP Drabble
Requested by cygny and not put up until now because I'm a twit....
Disclaimer: Not mine, not stealing, just borrowing. Harry Potter is JKR's property, not mine.
"Harry? Oh Harrrry-et?" Fred caroled as he and his twin bounded into the abandoned classroom.
"You know, I believe he isn't here." George remarked as he peered under the desks.
"Awfully rude of him, don't you think?" Fred said, hopping up onto the bare teacher's desk and fishing a chocolate frog out of his pocket. "I mean, he sends us that message - a most perplexing message-"
"...Terribly baffling message." George nodded as he poked about in one of the shelves. "About important news and 'Life and Death'-"
"-and then he doesn't show up." Fred concluded. "Awfully bad form, don't you think?"
The door clicked open and an icy voice interrupted the banter. "Weasel-dum and Weasel-dee. Are you intending to run away to the circus at last?"
Draco Malfoy entered the room and turned to close the door behind him. He tapped the handle with his wand and muttered a locking charm before turning back to face them. "Let's get this over with."
"What's up, Ferret-face?" George taunted. "Going to try and hex us?"
"Oooh, goody!" Fred clapped his hands and donned a clueless expression.
Malfoy snarled. "Is it beyond your limited capacity to be serious for even two seconds?"
"Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy," Fred shook his head pityingly. "You know we can't be serious for even two seconds, so why bother even asking?"
And see the tribble stall. =/
Sorry hon, but this might get fic treatment at some point.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not stealing, just borrowing. Harry Potter is JKR's property, not mine.
"Harry? Oh Harrrry-et?" Fred caroled as he and his twin bounded into the abandoned classroom.
"You know, I believe he isn't here." George remarked as he peered under the desks.
"Awfully rude of him, don't you think?" Fred said, hopping up onto the bare teacher's desk and fishing a chocolate frog out of his pocket. "I mean, he sends us that message - a most perplexing message-"
"...Terribly baffling message." George nodded as he poked about in one of the shelves. "About important news and 'Life and Death'-"
"-and then he doesn't show up." Fred concluded. "Awfully bad form, don't you think?"
The door clicked open and an icy voice interrupted the banter. "Weasel-dum and Weasel-dee. Are you intending to run away to the circus at last?"
Draco Malfoy entered the room and turned to close the door behind him. He tapped the handle with his wand and muttered a locking charm before turning back to face them. "Let's get this over with."
"What's up, Ferret-face?" George taunted. "Going to try and hex us?"
"Oooh, goody!" Fred clapped his hands and donned a clueless expression.
Malfoy snarled. "Is it beyond your limited capacity to be serious for even two seconds?"
"Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy," Fred shook his head pityingly. "You know we can't be serious for even two seconds, so why bother even asking?"
And see the tribble stall. =/
Sorry hon, but this might get fic treatment at some point.