elaby | Harry Potter dreams, yet again

Luckily, this one wasn't stupid and angsty. Obviously the plot bunny
only made out a little with my subconsious instead of actually shagging
it into the floor.

In
this dream, I was Blaise Zabini (now that's an obscure point of view).
There was some kind of tournament going on, in which someone from each
house had to pick someone from one of the other houses to duel with
swords. Draco, of course, was the one chosen in Slytherin and he was,
of course, going to go after Harry because he thought he was so much
better at fencing. But then, for some reason, he decided to duel with
me (Blaise) instead. I don't know why; maybe he thought dueling a
Slytherin would give him a better fight or something. So anyway, we
were dueling with swords, and every so often Harry would leap in and
try to whoop Draco's ass with his own... okay, I'm going to stop that
sentence RIGHT THERE. Harry would jump in and try to defeat Draco.
Harry was better, it was obvious from watching, but Draco kept booting
him out of the match because it wasn't his match, it was ours. Draco
cut me on the thigh but I got him in the face (ha!) and then the match
ended. They took me to Madam Pomfrey to sew me up, which she actually
did, without anesthesia, and it tickled. ... O.o;;

Right, so, yes ^_^ Taking the bus in today. Whee!