Saturday
Draco was awakened by a loud, very annoying tapping on the window.
"Ugh. Go 'way!" he yelled. But the tapping continued. Draco lifted up his head and saw that there was an owl tapping at his window. Funny, he had almost forgotten what they sounded like. He hadn't gotten any mail in weeks. He pulled himself out of bed and shuffled over to the window.
He recognized the owl as belonging to his Mother but the handwriting on the envelope wasn't hers. He took the letter and let the owl into his room to sleep a little before going back to England. He sat at his desk and opened the letter.
Dear Draco,
Hello dear boy! It's Roldolphus.
Draco groaned. Shouldn't he be spending his time killing muggles or something? Surely he had something better to do than to write to him...
I was just wondering what you've been up to the last few weeks. We've missed you at the Death Eater meetings! Having only Rabastan to talk to is getting boring as he's been my brother since...ever. I wish you'd come home so we could roughhouse together.
Well, Draco certainly has reason to stay at Fandom for the next oh, twenty years...
Speaking of fun, today's April Fools Day! You know when I was younger I learned this nifty spell that I always used on Rabastan every April 1st. Basically what it did was give him bad luck for a whole week. Every April he'd fall for it! He'd spend the week falling down stairs and finding his fly down all the time. Really, whoever invented this spell was brilliant!
Wonderful. Why the hell should I care how you torture your brother?, he thought.
Did I mention this letter was a howler?
"What?" wondered Draco.
"Infelicitas!" yelled his Uncle's voice through the letter. Draco immediately was engulfed in a puff of smoke. He waved the smoke out of the way and wondered what the hell just happened. Draco then felt a sneeze coming on.
"ACHOO!" his sneeze was immediately followed by a loud CRACK! and Draco found himself on the floor. He sat up and put his hand on the back of his head where it hit the floor. All four of his chair legs had broken when he sneezed.
"Dammit." he mumbled. He went to stand up and immediately hit his head on his desk.
"DAMMIT!" he yelled. He had both hands on his head now. His eyes darted towards the letter his Uncle sent. He put two and two together and decided that if he ever saw his Uncle again he was going to kill him. He went over to his bookshelf, figuring that maybe he could find a counterspell to the spell his Uncle had put on him. But as soon as he touched the bookshelf it fell from the wall with a loud crash.
Draco clenched his fists together. He turned around calmly and carefully got into his bed and put himself face down into his pillow. Then he proceeded to scream every obscenity he has ever heard.
((Yep, everything is going to go horribly wrong for Draco the next week. Why do I do this? Cause I like torturing my boy.))
"Ugh. Go 'way!" he yelled. But the tapping continued. Draco lifted up his head and saw that there was an owl tapping at his window. Funny, he had almost forgotten what they sounded like. He hadn't gotten any mail in weeks. He pulled himself out of bed and shuffled over to the window.
He recognized the owl as belonging to his Mother but the handwriting on the envelope wasn't hers. He took the letter and let the owl into his room to sleep a little before going back to England. He sat at his desk and opened the letter.
Dear Draco,
Hello dear boy! It's Roldolphus.
Draco groaned. Shouldn't he be spending his time killing muggles or something? Surely he had something better to do than to write to him...
I was just wondering what you've been up to the last few weeks. We've missed you at the Death Eater meetings! Having only Rabastan to talk to is getting boring as he's been my brother since...ever. I wish you'd come home so we could roughhouse together.
Well, Draco certainly has reason to stay at Fandom for the next oh, twenty years...
Speaking of fun, today's April Fools Day! You know when I was younger I learned this nifty spell that I always used on Rabastan every April 1st. Basically what it did was give him bad luck for a whole week. Every April he'd fall for it! He'd spend the week falling down stairs and finding his fly down all the time. Really, whoever invented this spell was brilliant!
Wonderful. Why the hell should I care how you torture your brother?, he thought.
Did I mention this letter was a howler?
"What?" wondered Draco.
"Infelicitas!" yelled his Uncle's voice through the letter. Draco immediately was engulfed in a puff of smoke. He waved the smoke out of the way and wondered what the hell just happened. Draco then felt a sneeze coming on.
"ACHOO!" his sneeze was immediately followed by a loud CRACK! and Draco found himself on the floor. He sat up and put his hand on the back of his head where it hit the floor. All four of his chair legs had broken when he sneezed.
"Dammit." he mumbled. He went to stand up and immediately hit his head on his desk.
"DAMMIT!" he yelled. He had both hands on his head now. His eyes darted towards the letter his Uncle sent. He put two and two together and decided that if he ever saw his Uncle again he was going to kill him. He went over to his bookshelf, figuring that maybe he could find a counterspell to the spell his Uncle had put on him. But as soon as he touched the bookshelf it fell from the wall with a loud crash.
Draco clenched his fists together. He turned around calmly and carefully got into his bed and put himself face down into his pillow. Then he proceeded to scream every obscenity he has ever heard.
((Yep, everything is going to go horribly wrong for Draco the next week. Why do I do this? Cause I like torturing my boy.))