I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_draco]

Harry and I took the cloak to Bumbridge's office. We were in the middle of ransacking the place when my Father showed up with Professor Dolohov and Crouch. Now they're ransacking the place.

In case further explanation is required:

- Cloak, barely large enough to fit both of us these days.
- Budged up against a cupboard that they're probably going to search, eventually.
- Do I need to say more?

Comments

[alt_draco]

Uh-huh. Why does nearly escaping dire trouble always leave you in especially good humour, is what I'd like to know.

Must be a Gryffindor defect.

[alt_ron]

Oi!

[alt_draco]

Calm down. I've read back and seen how Sally Anne makes multiple digs at Gryffindors over the years. If you can get used to it from her, you can get used to it from me.

[alt_ron]

Yeah. Let's just say you're no Sally Anne.

[alt_draco]

I'm glad you can tell the difference.

[alt_ron]

...

Yeah, I can't even write what that-

nevermind.

[alt_harry]

I have no defects! I am a Beacon on a Hill.

Who smells fabulous.

[alt_draco]

See?

It's like he's drunk on mischief.

[alt_ron]

A proper appreciation for the art!