The Crunk – A magical night club.

Crunkietor - The owner of a magical night-club.

Crunkor – A person heavily involved in the wizard club scene, this term can refer to a wizard or witch.

Cruncher – An elect group of wizards who maintain order at The Crunk. They also serve as bodyguards to the Crunkietor and his family.

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“Vincent is so stupid that when they told him under 18 wasn’t admitted into The Crunk; he tried to find seventeen people to come along.”

All the other DE Trainee’s laughed uproariously as slightly inebriated Draco told joke after joke. Vincent Crabb wasn’t the smartest wizard in the community. He knew that. Draco only reminded him every day.

“Crabb is so stupid, when I told him it was chilly tonight, he asked if he should bring a bowl.”

That annoying git, Vincent thought as he bullied his way to the bar. There was a lull between songs and he heard the smooth voice throughout the entire club.

“When Crabb was a kid his parents moved a lot, but he always found them.”

Vincent stiffened in embarrassment. The music resumed and drowned out Draco’s unending taunts.

“Why do you let him say those things about you?” Crabb looked up from his drink. He was leaning against the bar, hesitant to return and face the snide remarks. A young girl of around nine years old was sitting on the other side.

“Because he’s my friend.”

The girl scrunched her nose. “He’s not a very nice friend.”

Vincent shrugged. “He’s my best one.”

“That beastly prick is your best friend!” The girl sounded shocked.

“That’s my friend you just referred to as a beastly prick. Don’t do it again.”

“Sure. So how did you become best friends with that pointy-nosed weasel?”

This girl was really starting to annoy him. “Don’t call him a…” Wait a minute, why was she even here? “Aren’t you a little young to be a crunkor?”

She giggled and stood on her stool. She held her out her hand, “My name’s Rachel. My dad’s the crunkietor. What’s your name?”

“Vincent Crabb,” he said taking the small hand. There was another lull in the music.

“Crabb’s bum is so big, he should move away from the bar before someone sits their drink on it.”

“Ouch!” Rachel yelped as Vincent’s was still shaking her hand when he clenched his fist at those last remarks.

“Oh, sorry.” He couldn’t look her in the eyes. She was young, but very observant and he didn’t want her to witness his shame. He turned and walked back to the others.

"Crabb is so stupid…”

Draco choked on the rest of his sentence as 20 Crunchers surrounded the table. They were an impressive sight. Each one was easily the size of himself and Goyle combined, and they all wore solid black. The largest one picked Draco up by his neck. “I want you out of here. Now.” He said, as he escorted Malfoy to the door. All the other trainees were handled in the same manner. Except one.

Vincent looked towards the bar and noticed Rachel watching him with a triumphant grin. He walked over to her. “Ferret,” he said. She gave him a curious look and he continued, “Draco’s a pointy nosed ferret.” Vincent heard her giggle as he turned to find the others; the sides of his mouth flashed upwards.