Now, Spaz would have been fine with the pair, except for the fact that, not only were they both blonde, but they both looked royally pissed. At her. This was a bad combination, to say the least.
They'd come in, hushed conversation stopping abruptly at the sight of the preteen. A rather disgusted sneer wended its way across the older males pale face.
"What," he began "Is a creature like you doing in a place like this?" He asked, voice positively dripping with contempt and disdain.
Well, Spaz the eleven-year-old glared right back.
"Who shoved that stick up your arse?" She shot back, imitating his drawling sneer.
"How dare you speak to me that way!" Fumed the elder, looking quite affronted. "Do you even know who you are speaking to?"
"Better yet," Retorted Spaz "do I care?"
At this, the teenaged male stepped in. His hair was quite a bit shorter, though still just as blonde and what it lacked in length, in made up for in greasiness. And his nose was pointy. Spaz hated nothing more than overly pointed noses.
"That's Luscius Malfoy you're talking to, mudblood, he could have you expelled from Hogwarts." He sneered gloatingly.
"Stuff it, you barmy little pansy!" Spaz declared, wrinkling her nose and crossing her arms over her budding chest, insolent frown upon her face.
And the cavalry arrives. Standing between two mahogany bookcases, having viewed the little exchange, was a very slack-jawed, pale faced, wide-eyed Razzle.
"Gor blimey" he squeaked, looking from the two Malfoys, the younger of whom was looking very angry and drawing his wand at Spaz' insult "Young mister Malfoy!" Raz exclaimed, thinking on his feet. "Ye mus' excuse my daugh'er, she's fallen victim to a new muggle virus. Sometimes ye jus' canna tell how these things will affec' the wizard's mind, y'know." This was all said in a somewhat subordinate and apologetic tone, as if he owed this man his submission.
"You know this wanker?" Asked Spaz, turning toward her companion as he strode over to stand beside her. "And wha—Agh!" But her statement was abruptly cut off by a rather painful pinch on the back, administered by Razzle.
"I'm truly sorry, mister Malfoy. Now, we'll be ge'in' ou' o yer way now."
Malfoy looked at Razzledazzle with, if possible, more unbridled revulsion that he'd given to Spaz.
"You" he sneered, eyes blazing "You made my life a living hell"
Spaz could practically feel Razzle wince.
"Ermright, I was opin' ye'd ferget about that" he muttered under his breath. Raz brought a hand up to stroke his bald head ponderously before he spoke again "Truce?"
"I'll be long dead before I ever let this mudblood whelp of yours into the same building again with my son!" Malfoy practically shouted, "Come, Draco. We've some business with the minister of magic." With that, he turned, but not before Spaz got her last word in could he leave.
"Bolshy great yarbles to thee and thine, Wanker!" she fumed at his back. And Luscius Malfoy abruptly stopped, and turned slowly and deliberately.
He drew back his hand and struck the eleven-year-old girl sharply across the face, sending her crashing, with a yelp, into a cabinet. He then raised his eyes from her stunned figure to Razzle's face, as if daring him to do anything.
Razzle did nothing, and the Malfoys, smug grins upon their thin faces, left them alone in the shop.