Chapter 7: Lucius Malfoy Buys A Pan In A Bookshop
(A/N: special thanks to Morrissey, for hanging many, many DJs)
One day, Lucius Malfoy entered a bookshop. He strutted up to the counter, and said to the shop assistant: "I would like to buy a pan."
"Excuse me, but.." the man begun, but Lucius interrupted.
"Look, I am in quite a hurry. Just show me your best pan, and I'll buy it." Lucius said, narrowing his eyes at the confused, stuttering shop clerk.
"Sir, I would like to, but this is a bookshop." The man finally managed to say.
"Frankly, it does not matter in the least to me what this is," Lucius hissed angrily. "I need a pan. Now."
"Alright, just a minute," the clerk finally said, wiping his forehead with a small, suspicious-looking handkerchief, and he dashed off.
After a while he emerged, carrying a small book. "There you are, sir," he said, handing Lucius the book. Lucius gazed at it. "Peter Pan" it said on the cover.
"So this is a pan?" he asked. "Are you sure this can be used for cooking?" He shot the shop assistant a short, but fierce glare.
"Well, it is the closest we can get to a pan.." The man replied, again wiping his forehead when he noticed Lucius did not seem very pleased.
A week later, as police were investigating a mass murder by hanging of DJ's in the nearest park, they found a local shop assistant, who looked like he had died of having been force-fed over 20 copies of Peter Pan.
(A/N: special thanks to Morrissey, for hanging many, many DJs)
One day, Lucius Malfoy entered a bookshop. He strutted up to the counter, and said to the shop assistant: "I would like to buy a pan."
"Excuse me, but.." the man begun, but Lucius interrupted.
"Look, I am in quite a hurry. Just show me your best pan, and I'll buy it." Lucius said, narrowing his eyes at the confused, stuttering shop clerk.
"Sir, I would like to, but this is a bookshop." The man finally managed to say.
"Frankly, it does not matter in the least to me what this is," Lucius hissed angrily. "I need a pan. Now."
"Alright, just a minute," the clerk finally said, wiping his forehead with a small, suspicious-looking handkerchief, and he dashed off.
After a while he emerged, carrying a small book. "There you are, sir," he said, handing Lucius the book. Lucius gazed at it. "Peter Pan" it said on the cover.
"So this is a pan?" he asked. "Are you sure this can be used for cooking?" He shot the shop assistant a short, but fierce glare.
"Well, it is the closest we can get to a pan.." The man replied, again wiping his forehead when he noticed Lucius did not seem very pleased.
A week later, as police were investigating a mass murder by hanging of DJ's in the nearest park, they found a local shop assistant, who looked like he had died of having been force-fed over 20 copies of Peter Pan.