Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings

I saw them yesterday. They were about 14 or 15 and they were walking in front of me, so I got a very good view at all the Crabbe and Goyle-ness. They were big and meaty and heavy and looked really stupid, and when they stopped at a front door and I passed by, they wolf-whistled. Seeing them had put me in a very good mood, as I was planning a Crabbe/Goyle fic at that time, and the whistling made me feel very justified in doing this to them.

Wherein Harry and Ron discover that Goyle's got a small prick.

ETA: Oh, and that avatar icon? Disturbingly life-like. Especially the wine glass. And the lack of clothes.