A/N: I don't even know what this is. I'm bored. I put a pen to a piece of paper. And this is what happened.
Blaise
Draco
Ron
Harry
"Hmm."
"Yes,yes, I see."
"So it goes there, then you turn it."
"Of course."
"I never thought I'd say this, but mate, you're a genius."
"Oh stop it. It's just a simple matter of being smarter than everyone else."
"That's true, yes."
"So we had it wrong all along."
"Yes, yes. See, you don't follow the drawings, you follow what the drawings make you feel."
"That makes so much sense now."
"Yes, yes it does."
"Uhh, guys?
The three dudes looked up at Harry. "Yes?" Ron asked. "What are you doing?" Draco glanced at him. "Building Ikea of course." "I don't think a Haffenstern is supposed to look like that." Blaise glared at him. "How could you say that?!" Harry sighed. "Because the Haffenstern is a lamp and you've built paper mache flowers. "
The three dudes stared at him angrily. "We're in touch with our feelings!" Ron snapped. "We have emotions and can express them!" Blaise hissed. "Unlike you, you emotionless spoon!" Draco shrieked. "I'm so done." Harry sighed.