Who: Draco and Neville What: Cleaning up after the massacre party in Draco's room. When: Saturday morning. Where: Draco's room. Warnings: dead cats. (No, I'm not joking.)
Saturday morning dawned and Draco was in Morag's room. The night before was a bit of a haze; he'd gotten mind-numbingly drunk with Ella and Blaise and Morag. There had been cats in a bag, he remembered - and plans to kill them. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened there. What he was sure of, however, considering their state of undress and the fact that he seemed to have slept on his hair when it was wet, was that he and Morag had showered together.
He didn't really want to go back to his room, but he did, and it was a mess. Bloody, furry, bottles everywhere, broken glass. Fucking hell. He was never inviting those four over to his place for a party again.
He Vanished the worst of it - the really gory parts, and most of the broken glass, so he wouldn't step on any of it. But it was still a mess. Draco could have cleaned it himself, would have if it had still been the room with Blaise and Theo (well, or Theo would have done it, if he was around), but the whole point of having a servant back was not having to do that. He scribbled a note to Longbottom in his journal, then headed to his closet to find his oldest, least liked clothes. With the tightened security around the school, ordering anything of lesser quality would take ages, and Merlin only knew what Longbottom's clothes were like after being locked up for days with the other servants.