It was a gorgeous spring day at Hogwarts: sun, a few clouds, a light breeze. A perfect day to avoid homework and wander the grounds, which was precisely what half of the student body was doing.
Vincent Crabbe hung back from his side-by-side march with Goyle and pulled a slightly mushy chocolate bar from his pocket as they lumbered after Draco Malfoy who . He’d been looking forward to that chocolate for a whole two hours now and there was no way that Goyle was going to get a piece.
Crabbe took his first bite of the soft, melt-y chocolate. Bliss.
A few steps in front of him, Goyle sniffed the air and grunted, “I smell chocolate.”
Crabbe stuffed the half-eaten bar back into his pocket and did his best to look innocent, but a smear of chocolate on his upper lip gave him away.
A bout of shoving, pushing, and grunting ensued as Goyle did his best to snatch the chocolate from Crabbe. Eventually Malfoy, who had remained several steps ahead, heard the muffled commotion and turned around.
“Daddy wouldn’t want you to fight like this.”
Both Crabbe and Goyle unconsciously straightened their spines and glanced anywhere but at Malfoy.
“Has a Wrackspurt got your tongue?” Malfoy peered up at the both of them and continued, “I thought I felt one brush past me.” He started to flap his arms around his head, as though he was swatting flies.
“Uh…no,” Goyle grunted.
“Oh good,” Malfoy replied. “It’s funny, actually, Daddy was just saying the other day how the Ministry is actually still active in the Rotfang Conspiracy and is making candy cheaper these days to encourage it.”
His little speech was greeted with customary blank stares from both Crabbe and Goyle. Crabbe reached into his pocket and pulled out the contested half of the candy bar. He held it out towards Malfoy in his thick fingers and said, “Did you want it?”
“Oh, no thank you,” Malfoy said kindly. “Daddy and I don’t really want to further that particular conspiracy.”
The three of them continued to walk in silence. Every once in a while, Malfoy would point out something in the surrounding scenery and explain why it was a new conspiracy from the Ministry or evidence of a magical creature that neither Crabbe nor Goyle had ever heard of. To their credit, though, they never had paid attention in Care of Magical Creatures and assumed that he was merely helping them study.
At one point, Crabbe asked, “Wait, what’s a Crumple Horned Snorkack?”
Malfoy responded eagerly, “Oh, Daddy and I are going on an expedition this summer to find some. We’re going to publish some of the first photographs ever taken of them.”
His question unanswered, Crabbe nodded in agreement.
“Well,” Malfoy ventured. “I think we should get back inside. Daddy said he was going to send the newest issue of the Quibbler for me to look over.”
Crabbe and Goyle followed Malfoy back to the castle, scratching their heads at the oddest walk they had ever taken.