"You look like an idiot."
"YOU look like an idiot!"
"Oh yeah, what a comeback."
"I've got more up my sleeve but I'd rather not waste my breath on you."
"Argh! You're so annoying!"
"Yeah well, I don't particularly fancy you either!"
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You come fr...
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All the members of the Dream Team collected their silver membership badges before going. Which Dumbledore had quickly led us members, to see what it looked like so far.
In his words, he said something about.
"Whatever you want to get in this club room is yours. Most Club Rooms are open and expansive because we had authorized it. But now, that you have become the cause to make this club room. Whatever you desire, can be in this room."
There was a whole mix of ideas from Muggle decorations like a fish tank aquarium and pop corn machine maker to magical moving shelves or some of the moving paintings.
The club room is MASSIVE so there's definitely a lot that we ordered before we all went home. Thankfully, we didn't have to pay. It's on school expenses.
Phew.
Going home after all the chaos this year feels so strange. I feel less at home in the foster house than I have ever felt before.
It's a little bit helpful having Rosy and Silvine by my side. Scared my foster parents at first.
Thought Rosy was Silvine after she had a stroke. Until they saw Silvine.
But what a year...
Lying down on my bed in my room, tossing the Golden Snitch in the air, and catching it in my palm, I have Draco's sweater on. It's fuzzy against my skin, but gives a longing, warmth of comfort to it. I put the Snitch down on my bedside table and pull the sleeves up to the bottom of my wrists.
It still has the same strong scent at the same level. Like it doesn't dare fade from the wool. His cologne...It's strange that I admire it so much still. Like a smell that I'm addicted to.
Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco...
"Guess what!? GUESS WHAT!?"
"JESUS CHRIST BRYAN!"
"Sorry." He laughs. He quickly shuts the door behind him and practically leaps onto the end of my bed.
Fatso. Only I can call my brother fatso though.
Before he says what he wants to, his eyes drift down to the sweater on my figure. The green Slytherin sweater. Girls and boys have different types of sweaters so he is instantly drawn to the suspicious of my claim of a male Slytherin sweater.
