Yeah. I don't know. We went down to the Deathday party--I thought we weren't going to, but then Lockhart saw Harry in the Entrance Hall and was trying to get him to take a bunch of pictures and give interviews and whatever with all those reporters that came for the Feast, so Harry grabbed me and Draco and said we had to go to Nick's party 'cause he'd promised! Anyway, it was really bloody awful. The music was thirty ghosts playing saws that sounded like three hundred people scraping their fingers on a really big blackboard. Ugh! And the food... it was good it was so freezing cold, otherwise it would have stunk us right out. You should have seen the haggis: it was loaded with maggots, so it looked like the whole surface of it was moving.
But, yeah. When we left, we were going to come up for pudding but Harry heard something, so we went tearing up three flights of stairs and found the cat. Or kneazle. Whichever it is.
I actually figured that the writing meant Harry, too. He's the Protector's Heir, right? I'd never heard any of that stuff about Slytherin that Malfoy was telling everybody. So who knows? Harry didn't act like he knew.
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Date: 2009-11-01 08:15 pm (UTC)But, yeah. When we left, we were going to come up for pudding but Harry heard something, so we went tearing up three flights of stairs and found the cat. Or kneazle. Whichever it is.
I actually figured that the writing meant Harry, too. He's the Protector's Heir, right? I'd never heard any of that stuff about Slytherin that Malfoy was telling everybody. So who knows? Harry didn't act like he knew.