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Inspired by mctabby's hysterically funny and squicky example, I have decided to try my hand at harrypotter drabbles. Here's my hp100 "What do off-duty Deatheaters do?" challenge answer:

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"Goyle, look! Look! Isn't that?... "

Goyle squinted skyward and immediately located Crabbe’s target. He sucked in an anticipatory breath. Both men stared intently at the figure flying rather erratically towards the landing-platform, eyes raking eagerly down the broom as the ancient wizard landed with several bumpy hops.

"It is. It really is."

Fingers trembled as he pressed quill to parchment, and Goyle's voice held a note of quivering awe it rarely exhibited outside the Dark Lord’s presence. An awe apparently not shared by the broom's passenger, who sniffed in disdain as he passed them by.

"Bloody broom-spotters," he mumbled.