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Rats, Frogs, and Fingers
He’d said gargantuan , whatever that meant. Malfoy’d said because he, Crabbe, was gargantuan, they had nothing to worry about. All the same Crabbe cracked his knuckles a few extra times for effect as Malfoy slid open the compartment door to face the famous Harry Potter.
He was small, skinny, Crabbe could have broken him in half right then and there. This spit of a boy was famous? This little nothing was better than the greatest aurors of the age?
Had Crabbe known words like auror and boy, those may have been a few thoughts that passed through his mind at the sight of Harry and Ron on the Hogwarts Express.
Malfoy continued his niceties, extending a hand to Harry and explaining to Ron that introductions were not really necessary since they sort of already knew one another. Crabbe busied himself by staring around at the set of trunks in the luggage rack, the more tattered of the two already had a corner of cloak sticking out.
It was then that Malfoy backed up a step, always a sign for Crabbe and Goyle to flex a few extra muscles.
Blinking, Crabbe realized Harry and Ron (the red haired boy and the black haired boy to Crabbe) had stood up. Crabbe recognized the words, “fight,” and, “us,” escape Malfoy’s lips, that was always a good sign. The best sign of all however was the word, “food.”
Crabbe smiled to himself, drooling a bit at the sight of the chocolate frogs before him. Goyle however was more a man of action and reached for the treats almost immediately, then he stumbled backwards.
Malfoy began to panic , he stepped backwards and Crabbe followed.
A rat, a very old and ugly rat, with no consideration for its own safety and well being had attached itself to Goyle’s finger by the teeth. Now Goyle was howling, screaming, and swinging the gray lump around in the air.
That rat had nerve. It was big, it was ugly, it was strong; but it was not that big, and not that strong, all it really was, was ugly.
The hair on the back of Crabbe’s neck prickled as the rat slammed into the window with a sickening crash before sliding to the floor. Crabbe laughed to himself, it was all he could think of.
Malfoy however thought to run, and after the few moments it took Crabbe to notice Malfoy was missing, he too took off into the corridor.
Safely back in their own compartment Crabbe watched as Goyle grimaced under Malfoy’s prodding at his bleeding finger. Crabbe felt quite fortunate (though that is not the word he would have come up with himself) that it had been Goyle who’d been bitten. Had he, Crabbe, had better reflexes it would have been his finger bleeding and so swollen he would not have been able to fit his wrist watch back on.
By the look on Malfoy’s face, a look Crabbe could not name, he knew his little blond friend was not pleased with the outcome of their first Hogwarts escapade. Malfoy’d surely pictured the cracking of skulls and the consumption of chocolate, a finger the size of four or five sausages was not what any of them had had in mind.
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I'm condemned by a society that demands success, when all I can offer is failure
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The Game - Round Three - Pure Nerve and Outstanding Courage, Mission and Submissions
Department_of_Mysteries The Game - Round Three - Pure Nerve and Outstanding Courage Jul 2 2006, 12:59 PM
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