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fandomhighdorms2006-05-04 10:32 am
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Laundry Room, Morning
Draco had run out of clothes. Malfoys do not run out of clothes. He hated having to ask his mother for new clothes so soon. Not because he was ashamed to get gifts from his mother, it's just that he didn't want to have to explain why he has run out.
So he trekked down to the laundry room to try to talk to the dryer that currently held his clothes. And yes, he chalked this up to being one of the weirder things he's had to do. He stood in front of the dryer and coughed to get its uh...attention.
"Uh, hello there. I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to give me my clothes." he said as politely as he could manage. The dryer did nothing but the other machines shook as if they found something funny.
"Come on, I've run out of everything! I never did anything to you!" he said, his temper starting to rise. Draco moved a bit closer, which turned out to be a mistake. The dryer door flipped open and smacked Draco right on the nose.
"OW! Damn it! You stupid piece of crap! I'm going to make you pay for this-" he looked at the machine, "KENMORE!"
Draco turned to leave but before he was completely out of the room he heard the dryer door open again. He turned around to see a pair of his boxers on the floor. He knew they were his because they had a little Slytherin symbol on the corner. But instead of being green they had turned red. Gryffindor red.
"I hate you." he says, squinting at the machine "And I'll have my revenge, whether in this life or the next. You think about that."
So he trekked down to the laundry room to try to talk to the dryer that currently held his clothes. And yes, he chalked this up to being one of the weirder things he's had to do. He stood in front of the dryer and coughed to get its uh...attention.
"Uh, hello there. I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to give me my clothes." he said as politely as he could manage. The dryer did nothing but the other machines shook as if they found something funny.
"Come on, I've run out of everything! I never did anything to you!" he said, his temper starting to rise. Draco moved a bit closer, which turned out to be a mistake. The dryer door flipped open and smacked Draco right on the nose.
"OW! Damn it! You stupid piece of crap! I'm going to make you pay for this-" he looked at the machine, "KENMORE!"
Draco turned to leave but before he was completely out of the room he heard the dryer door open again. He turned around to see a pair of his boxers on the floor. He knew they were his because they had a little Slytherin symbol on the corner. But instead of being green they had turned red. Gryffindor red.
"I hate you." he says, squinting at the machine "And I'll have my revenge, whether in this life or the next. You think about that."