Who: Draco Malfoy and Gellert Grindelwald Where: Gellert's hut When: Monday afternoon What: Fixing the roof Rating: T for Tease Status: Incomplete
It had been a few days since Gellert had asked Draco to fix his roof, and he'd had plenty of time to research on the subject. He didn't want to think of it as practice for Rose Weasley's shop, but since it was going to be his first attempt, he could think what he wanted, the truth remained the same.
Wood had been brought over to the site with the help of Oliver Wood who was, after all, the wood gatherer. The old man had argued, of course, but in the end, Draco had convinced him with a well-placed handful of coins. You just couldn't get anything for free anymore, including good service. Unfortunately, no amount of money was going to get Wood to move the table, saw, and other various tools because, according to Wood, none of that could even be construed as remotely related to his job.
Draco was very disappointed in the Gryffindor and had been sorely tempted to ask for half of the coins back. In the end, pride won over and he kept his mouth shut, a remarkable feat that surely someone should have been able to appreciate.
At present, he was standing on the patch of grass in front of the bungalow in question with his hands on his hips as he surveyed the map he'd drawn, and checked the calculations he'd had to write out along the margins. Arithmetic was not something Draco felt comfortable doing in his head, especially not when the solidity of the entire structure depended on it. In short, Draco didn't want the roof collapsing. It would look bad.
So now, everything was ready. He thought. He was almost sure. Draco went through the mental checklist once more (wood? Check. Saw? Check. Hammer? Check. Nails? Check. Measuring tape? Check. Ruler? Check. Angle-checking-thing? Check.) and nodded once at himself when he was satisfied he was ready. He donned his yellow construction hat (very ugly colour, yellow. He considered asking Lupin for the paint to make it green, or black, or another, far more fashionable colour than yellow). He was ready.