Chapter 8: Remus Lupins Of The World, Unite


It was a cloudy day, and Remus Lupin was sitting just outside the front door of Malfoy Manor, his arms folded over his chest, gazing at the ground moodily. Behind him, Lucius Malfoy opened the door slightly, and looked through the creak at his thin, stubborn-looking back. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked Lupin's back.

"I'm on strike!" declared Lupin.

"On strike? Don't be ridiculous, my property does not go on strikes." Lucius said, and snorted disdainfully. "Now come back into the house."

"No, I'm on strike!" Lupin said. Lucius raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you on strike?" he asked.

"Because I can't survive on five breadcrumbs a week!" Lupin shrilled.

"Oh." Lucius thought for a moment. "Shame, though. All that hot, molten chocolate going to waste." He said, apparently thoughtlessly. "Yes, now I'm going to have to eat that extra chocolate pudding with chocolate fudgenut topping all by myself." He sighed, for dramatic effect, and saw, to his delight, that Lupin's back began to quiver. "Oh well, I will just have to, if you're on strike. And otherwise...............we can always throw it out." He smirked, as Lupin was now trembling uncontrollably. He began to close the door, waiting for Lupin to crack.

"With fudgenut topping?" Lupin said, in a very small voice.

"Chocolate fudgenut topping." Lucius said, opening the door again, and grinning broadly. Lupin whimpered with yearning, and stormed back inside. "I'm good," Lucius said to himself, and slammed the door shut.