Chapter 2: Lucius Malfoy Meets A Fellow Freudian Character From British
Children's Literature
With a loud "crack" Lucius Malfoy appeared in the bedroom of a young girl. He was just getting ready to loom threateningly at her bedside, when he noticed someone standing at the other side of the bed. He squinted, and then noticed that it was, in fact, a pirate with a large plumed hat. "Do you mind??" He hissed at the pirate. "I'm trying to kidnap little muggles here."
"No," the pirate replied, waving the hook that was used to replace his hand, "but I was here first. And besides, pirates are much scarier than sissy wizards."
"Excuse me," Lucius said, raising his eyebrows and staring at the pirate disdainfully, "but pirates are simply glorified muggle thieves. And you, sir, in particular, are nothing more than a Freudian fantasy in the mind of a eleven year old girl with a humungous Oedipus complex."
"I know you are, but what am I?" The pirate replied simply.
Lucius frowned, thinking about this. After a short while he turned back to the pirate and said: "Actually, you are right.but I.." The pirate was gone, and the girl's bed was empty. He looked around, but there was no trace of either of them.
"Oh, fiddlesticks." He sighed, and left the room to see whether she had, perhaps, a little brother.
With a loud "crack" Lucius Malfoy appeared in the bedroom of a young girl. He was just getting ready to loom threateningly at her bedside, when he noticed someone standing at the other side of the bed. He squinted, and then noticed that it was, in fact, a pirate with a large plumed hat. "Do you mind??" He hissed at the pirate. "I'm trying to kidnap little muggles here."
"No," the pirate replied, waving the hook that was used to replace his hand, "but I was here first. And besides, pirates are much scarier than sissy wizards."
"Excuse me," Lucius said, raising his eyebrows and staring at the pirate disdainfully, "but pirates are simply glorified muggle thieves. And you, sir, in particular, are nothing more than a Freudian fantasy in the mind of a eleven year old girl with a humungous Oedipus complex."
"I know you are, but what am I?" The pirate replied simply.
Lucius frowned, thinking about this. After a short while he turned back to the pirate and said: "Actually, you are right.but I.." The pirate was gone, and the girl's bed was empty. He looked around, but there was no trace of either of them.
"Oh, fiddlesticks." He sighed, and left the room to see whether she had, perhaps, a little brother.