"Um...aaa, I accidentally played with my fathers wand and tried to transfigure myself into a dragon!!" you say with the most idiotic tone you can use. They don't respond; they need quite a while to absorb what has happened. "Ohh, poor dear!!" Mrs. Weasley gasps. cool it's working!!
You then decide to milk it for all its worth, giving them your most sorry, tearful look. "My family couldn't bear to have a freak around the house, so dad w-was forced to kick me out of the house" you explain.
Being a thin, eleven year old boy, you play the 'poor little me' game to perfection. Indeed, Mrs. Weasley is almost in tears at the story. Ron doesn't buy it, and continues giving you that quizzical look at your wings. Guess he ain't that stupid after all
"Wow, you are such a fraud Gil, using that poor woman to feel sorry for you" Drak chuckles. "You should talk, you've basically been purring at her so she could give you milk" you retort. He lets out an indignant snarl, breathing out smoke. You raise your wings in a shrug.
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