Malfoy is just too much fun...
Nov. 19th, 2004 03:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.”
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Date: 2004-11-20 04:30 pm (UTC)*takes off to write a Neville/Luna piece and not tell YOU about it*