Goyle was laying on his bed, staring at his ceiling. He looked at the time. It was 12:12. He had been in his room doing nothing for the past three hours and forty seven minutes
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Crabbe had been laying in his bed staring at the ceiling when an owl came into his room. He considered cooking the owl, but food was getting boring. He glanced at the note and after a couple of minutes, was able to write back.
Goyle scrambled down to his knees and started dusting the on a greater surface.
"Anything special planned for tonight," he asked casually, getting up from to his feet, leaving Crabbe to finish the cleaning job by himself. He sat down onto a sofa and observed his friend.
"Maybe you should call a house elf?," Goyle finally offered after a few minutes.
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He glanced at the note and after a couple of minutes, was able to write back.
K.
Me
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Not even bothering to write back, Goyle headed toward his fireplace and threw a considerate amount of floo powder in it.
"Crabbe's house," he grunted as he stepped into the fire.
He landed on his but in the Crabbe's living room, leaving a cloud of ash and dirt where he was sitting.
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Mum's gonna pitch a fit, let's clean this up!
He got down on his knees and started pushing the ashes around randomly, really not getting very much of anything done.
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"Anything special planned for tonight," he asked casually, getting up from to his feet, leaving Crabbe to finish the cleaning job by himself. He sat down onto a sofa and observed his friend.
"Maybe you should call a house elf?," Goyle finally offered after a few minutes.
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