The Foulix Felicis
The Greasy Git sat in his hide out. Pick, flick. Pick flick. He liked to see how far he could flick 'em. Some landed in his cauldron, but he didn't notice. That was his mistake. "The Fleix Felicis is almost ready," he thought. "I'll need it soon. The Dark Lord is giving me another assignment. Poor Draco, he I knew he couldn't handle it. Draco… where was Draco!
He is supposed to be here! He'll be sent to Azkaban if he is caught!
I must find him! And he stood up and… saw Draco in the door way of the second bedroom. "What's the yelling about?"
"Oh, nothing." He then saw steam rising from the cauldron. It's ready! I'll do his assignment now!" The assignment was too …..
kill Harry Potter! He quickly drank some of the Felix Felicis. (coughfoulixfeliciscough) He then stepped out of the door and… tripped over Draco's Nimbus2001. He fell flat on his face. "Stupid kid," He muttered. He stood up and… tripped on his doormat. He fell flat on his face again. "What the ! Stupid doormat! I shall blast you it obliviation!" "Reducto!" he shouted. He looked down. The doormat was still there. His pants weren't. !
All that was there was a graying pair of heart studded boxers.
To be continued