Chapter 19: Lucius Malfoy, Or, As Muggles Call Him, Lucius Malfoy

It was a calm summer afternoon in the local shop for fishing and mountaineering and whatnot, when suddenly Lucius Malfoy came in. "Good afternoon," he said to the slightly overweight shop clerk. "Is this what muggles call a 'shop'?"

"Er," said the shop clerk. "...............yeah?"

"Oh, lovely, or, as muggles would say, 'wonderful'. I should like to purchase, or, as a muggle might say, 'buy', what muggles call 'socks'." Lucius said, gazing intently at the shop clerk.

"Socks?" asked the shop clerk. "I'm afraid we don't really have any socks."

"Socks, socks...." Mumbled Lucius. "Maybe you would call them stockings? Or... qwertyuiops?"

"Er, no, I really think I just call them socks," said the shopclerk sardonically.

"Oh well," said Lucius. "Then I'll just have a couple of those knives. Or, as muggles would call them, 'knives'."

"Very well," said the shopclerk. "May I see your license for those?"

"Erm.." said Lucius Malfoy, looked around for a few moments, and disapparated.