A day in the observances of our two favorite cronies about a certain platinum-blonde pureblood. DHr

Sunday

Common Room

Gregory and Vincent are alone

“Gregory,” asks Vincent, putting down the quite intriguing Muggle, yes, Muggle, collection of a very Slytherin author called Edgar Allan Poe.

“Yes, Victor?” Gregory responds, taking off his reading glasses and putting down the Quibbler.

“Have you noticed a… slight difference in dear Draco’s behavior?” he asked thoughtfully, contemplating his words.

“Why, Victor, I do believe I have! Alas, looking at the change in a philosophical manner, I do say that some young gentlewoman has struck his fancy!” At that moment, Pansy came down the stairs, her black robes fluttering menacingly, her skirt a tad too short.

“What are you two doing?” she sneered. Gregory stared at her, his mouth slightly agape. Vincent grunted as he reached for a cookie he had discarded earlier. Pansy rolled her eyes quite blatantly, and the pair heard her scoff ‘pathetic’ as she exited the Common Room into the dungeon hallway.

“Oh well.” Vincent said, sighing as he rose from the stiff chair. “Shall we commence going to breakfast, Gregory?” Gregory arose as well.

“We should,” he agreed, nodding his head. The two didn’t talk anymore that day, on the subject in question or no… though they did catch Draco stealing glances at a certain bushy-haired Gryffindor when he though no one was looking.