Bond. James bo-Er... Draco Malfoy.
- Location
- NC, USA
After glancing around the compartment to see if there's any objections you shrug and say, "Sure." You're near the back of the train so it's fairly easy to believe that he'd checked the other compartments on the way.
Once he's in and gotten his stuff settled you speak up again. "I'm Harry." This is followed by everyone else introducing themselves. "Oh. I'm Ron. And-"
His words are cut off by the door opening again, two red-topped heads poking in. "Hey, Ron. Listen, we're going down to the middle of the train. Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
Ron squirms uncomfortably at this revelation and simply replies, "Right."
The twins look around the compartment, gaining identical mischievous grins. "Look at all the ickle firsties! I'm Fred and this is my brother George. We also answer to the Devil Twins, the Red-headed Horrors, and Oh Merlin, It's Them, Run."
The others in the compartment exchange weak grins, thinking, or hoping, they're joking. Ron just nods glumly. You, on the other hand, take a glance above their heads. They are indeed Fred and George, Weasley to be exact. But which is which is opposite of the way they introduced themselves.
"Anyway. We're going to get going. We'd offer you a snack, but our candy is all packed away."
After the two depart, shutting the door behind them Ron speaks up. "You wouldn't want to take anything they offered you anyway. They like pranking people. I ate a candy they gave me once and had a nosebleed because of it."
After a few minutes conversation in the compartment starts back up and the train sets about on it's way. Susan and Hannah are talking to each other, though the occasional glances your way that are accompanied by giggling fill you with dread for some reason. You, Neville, Hermione, and Ron are all chatting, though Hermione bringing up books is constantly countered by Ron bringing up chess and quidditch. You...
[ ] Try getting the topic on video games. Surely that's less likely to cause an argument.
[ ] Suggest playing a game.
-[ ] Write in the game(Chess, exploding snap, regular card games, teach them D&D since you have the rules memorized, etc)
[ ] Let the conversation continue. Surely nothing bad will happen.
Regardless of your choice after a bit of time has passed the door to your compartment opens again, this time revealing a skinny boy with white-blonde hair, two larger boys standing behind him to either side.
"Is it true?" The skinny boy asks. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter is supposed to be on here somewhere." His eyes scan the others in the compartment, easily dismissing Ron and Neville from whatever criteria he's judging them by. Then his eyes fall on you.
"It's you, isn't it?" This declaration causes Ron to start staring at you. You'd never given him your surname after all. "This is Crabbe and this is Goyle. And my name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
This draws a cough from Ron, followed by a giggle from both Hermione and Hannah.
Draco looks at the girls before focusing on Ron. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." Eyes turning back to you he continues, "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Before anything else can happen Hermione and Hannah look at each other, giggles growing to full blown laughter. Hermione manages to stammer out, "Bond. James Bond." Which only sets Hannah to laughing harder.
You can see that the situation is obviously upsetting Draco, his cheeks starting to flush and his mouth setting into what he probably means to be a scowl, but only ends up looking like a pout.
You...
[ ] Thank him for his time but explain that you already have friends capable of helping you figure these things out.
[ ] Shut the door in his face, you don't feel like dealing with snobs.
[ ] Invite him in, to join in the conversation/game, but explain you don't have room for his friends in the compartment as well.
[ ] Write-in.
It's a really short one today. For some reason my mind just isn't cooperating with writing out something longer.
Once he's in and gotten his stuff settled you speak up again. "I'm Harry." This is followed by everyone else introducing themselves. "Oh. I'm Ron. And-"
His words are cut off by the door opening again, two red-topped heads poking in. "Hey, Ron. Listen, we're going down to the middle of the train. Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
Ron squirms uncomfortably at this revelation and simply replies, "Right."
The twins look around the compartment, gaining identical mischievous grins. "Look at all the ickle firsties! I'm Fred and this is my brother George. We also answer to the Devil Twins, the Red-headed Horrors, and Oh Merlin, It's Them, Run."
The others in the compartment exchange weak grins, thinking, or hoping, they're joking. Ron just nods glumly. You, on the other hand, take a glance above their heads. They are indeed Fred and George, Weasley to be exact. But which is which is opposite of the way they introduced themselves.
"Anyway. We're going to get going. We'd offer you a snack, but our candy is all packed away."
After the two depart, shutting the door behind them Ron speaks up. "You wouldn't want to take anything they offered you anyway. They like pranking people. I ate a candy they gave me once and had a nosebleed because of it."
After a few minutes conversation in the compartment starts back up and the train sets about on it's way. Susan and Hannah are talking to each other, though the occasional glances your way that are accompanied by giggling fill you with dread for some reason. You, Neville, Hermione, and Ron are all chatting, though Hermione bringing up books is constantly countered by Ron bringing up chess and quidditch. You...
[ ] Try getting the topic on video games. Surely that's less likely to cause an argument.
[ ] Suggest playing a game.
-[ ] Write in the game(Chess, exploding snap, regular card games, teach them D&D since you have the rules memorized, etc)
[ ] Let the conversation continue. Surely nothing bad will happen.
Regardless of your choice after a bit of time has passed the door to your compartment opens again, this time revealing a skinny boy with white-blonde hair, two larger boys standing behind him to either side.
"Is it true?" The skinny boy asks. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter is supposed to be on here somewhere." His eyes scan the others in the compartment, easily dismissing Ron and Neville from whatever criteria he's judging them by. Then his eyes fall on you.
"It's you, isn't it?" This declaration causes Ron to start staring at you. You'd never given him your surname after all. "This is Crabbe and this is Goyle. And my name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
This draws a cough from Ron, followed by a giggle from both Hermione and Hannah.
Draco looks at the girls before focusing on Ron. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." Eyes turning back to you he continues, "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Before anything else can happen Hermione and Hannah look at each other, giggles growing to full blown laughter. Hermione manages to stammer out, "Bond. James Bond." Which only sets Hannah to laughing harder.
You can see that the situation is obviously upsetting Draco, his cheeks starting to flush and his mouth setting into what he probably means to be a scowl, but only ends up looking like a pout.
You...
[ ] Thank him for his time but explain that you already have friends capable of helping you figure these things out.
[ ] Shut the door in his face, you don't feel like dealing with snobs.
[ ] Invite him in, to join in the conversation/game, but explain you don't have room for his friends in the compartment as well.
[ ] Write-in.
It's a really short one today. For some reason my mind just isn't cooperating with writing out something longer.