(A/N: I bet you all thought I was dead, hhhm? Well, no such luck this time. Your beloved tormentor was merely occupied with more important business, such as revision and hardcore pornography. She is now slowly recovering, though, and therefore may be able to produce more brain-bleeding nonsense quite soon. Then again, she may not. Either way, enjoy.)
Chapter 4: Never Trust A Man With Egg On His Face"Once more, from the top." McGonagall said to the Hogwarts School Choir, and they launched into their rendition of "The Wizard Boy". However, one voice seemed to be completely out of time and tune, and also singing the wrong lyrics. Dismayed, McGonagall bade the choir to stop. "Who was that singing so terribly out of tune?" She said, looking sternly at the students before her.
Immediately, nearly all students pointed at a rather odd-looking boy standing at the right, that McGonagall didn't recognise. "You!" she said. The boy looked uncomfortable. "What is your name?"
"Er…" said the boy, eyes shifting, "Lu…cas… Mal… froy?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow, and walked towards the boy, the other members of the choir clearing the way. There, crouched behind some rather tall third years, was Lucius Malfoy, wearing a sheet in imitation of the choir outfits. McGonagall, upon seeing him, merely sighed and shook her head.
"Mr Malfoy," she said, frowning severely at him, "how many times are you going to try this? I did not accept you as a first year student, because you are an appalling singer. I did not accept you in your second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, or seventh year, and I never accepted you after you left Hogwarts. I would appreciate it if you stopped wasting my and your time, and gave up. Please remove yourself from this classroom." She glared at Lucius, who walked away, looking back at the group with anger.
"The nerve…" he grumbled. "Doesn't even accept bribes… old bat… and all I wanted to do was feel up Ernie McMillan." Huffing, he strode away towards Snape's office, to see if he, perhaps, would like to play choir.