12. Furnunculus

D i v i d i n g
“What happened to you?” Theodore scoffed, glaring at the blonde.

“Absolutely NOTHING, I just happen to always have boils all over my face all the time.” Draco snapped angrily, as Theodore and Blaise snickered to themselves.

“Someone got hit with Furnunculus, gonna go write to your dearest daddy. Oh wait, he's in Azkaban.” Theodore laughed even harder, but stopped abruptly, seeing the ice cold look on Draco's face.

“If you ever insult my family again, Nott, I swear I will cast a permanent Furnunculus on your whole body for the rest of your life.” Draco hissed under his breath, and he raised one of his fists slightly.

“Oh, I'm really scared now, a permanent spell from you? Your grades are below that Gryffindor-Mudblood-Know-It-All-Granger.” Theodore Nott nearly collapsed to the ground from laughter.

“And neither are you, so shut up Nott.” Blaise finally spoke up, realizing that the other kid was taking this farther then he intended it to be.

“Thanks Blaise, but you didn't have to do that.” Draco muttered to the Italian as the other sixteen year old left, muttering darkly.

“He was acting way out of line.” Blaise just shrugged.