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After passing through the gates of Platform 9 ¾, as well as becoming acquaint with his new enemy, Harry Potter, Draco stepped out of the gate onto the pathway to the train to Hogwarts. Lugging his heavy suitcase with DM on it (how sexy is that) and cursing under his breath for absolutely no reason all the way to the train, Draco had been welcomed by a poser British man, lets call him Ralfonzo, greeted the bitchy obviously real British turd with a fake smile and drool rolling off the corner of his hairy mouth, “ewwwww *staggering voice*” Draco whispered and shivered as he passed Ralfonzo’s pleasant smile and enter the rather small train. The train had multiple rooms on both sides of the trains, as well as muggles or immature wizards picking their noses with their wands, and with the mental image in my head of Draco’s reaction to seeing some dingle-butt named Neville, picking his left nostril with his wand, Draco put his hands on his hips and stood at a gay pose. “The hell?” He said out loud, loud enough to get Neville to turn his head FULL 176 degrees, staring at Draco with his mouth weirdly opened, still leaving the wand in his nose. “The hell’s up with you idiots? Putting wood up your noses, the hell’s wrong with you?” Draco started, getting all pissy.
“Well…. Have you ever tried it?” Neville asked Draco, obviously a stupid question.
“Bloody hell….”
“So that’s a no?”
“What the hell do you think?” Draco said in his pissed voice, and strutted his stuff off to the nearest open room. Which wasn’t that far, but it had to be made a big deal out of, or else it wouldn’t fit into random s**t. That made NO sense.
The next open room was 2 doors down from where Neville was picking his nose, (ha), with fogged windows and smelled of cigarette smoke and Axe, where inside on the left bench sat a tall, fat boy, probably fake British, maybe related to Ralfonzo, sat Goyle, playing with little flabs of skin on his 3rd finger, so when he noticed Draco had entered the room, he rose his 3rd finger, which obviously pissed Draco off.
“Are…. Are you flipping me off?” Draco remarked, once again with his hands gaily on his hips.
“N… Noooo…. Sorry, you coming in?” Goyle asked Draco.
*puts hand on forehead* “Ohhh might as well, this filthy train is full of idiots and muggles, makes me sick to my gut” said Draco.
“Yes, I know, wait…. Are you talking about Neville?” Goyle confusingly asked Draco.
“Yaaaa, Neville” Draco said
“That’s Crab over there” Goyle pointed to the end of the right bench, where slept on the fogged glass and snoring like a bipolar fog horn.
“Ohhhhh, I see, he your friend?” Draco remarked
“Ya, we’re pretty close friends…. its as if at times he really understand who I really am on the inside………..” Goyle was daydreaming about Crab again.
“… Alright then” Draco said.