Malfoy is just too much fun...

[skoosiepants]

“Christ, I was depending on you Bulstrode! You’re even more of a downer than your lapdog.”

“If you keep at that ice cream you’ll gain five pounds by nightfall,” Millicent pointed out, unconcerned. “You can’t possibly have forgotten your pre-pubescent struggle with weight.” She turned to Hermione. “The boys all called him Puff in primary.”

Malfoy scowled. “It’s entirely not my fault I inherited Great-grandfather’s metabolism. He was an imposing man in spirit.” Dropping his spoon into the carton he got to his feet and stated imperiously, “I’m calling Carlos.”

“Carlos?” Hermione queried.

Millicent snickered. “His personal trainer.”

“Carlos will cheer me up,” Malfoy ground out, glaring at them.

“I could make a crude comment here, but I won’t, out of respect for Hermione.”

Comments

[veracity]

Im not sure, but he really should be added! *adds him* Our Guestage list is getting pretty long. *laugh*

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

Definitely going to have to step that warehouse up to a compound.

[veracity]

Oh! Let's go throw Johnny Wright outta his in Florida, so we can have it made up already. *grins*

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

The Compound of Sparkly Pretty Boys

[veracity]

*grins* exactly! And it's already made for them. We just need to take out phone lines. Can't have them calling out now can we.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

And no internet access. We'll have to lock up our computers...

[veracity]

Ah, yes. Well, we'll be too occupied to care much for mailing people anyway. Or surfing the net.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

True. We don't have to read about our boys, since we'll OWN THEM! Mwuahahhahahahah!

[veracity]

Exactly! Oowwwnnn them! Forever!