Professor Malfoy walks in, a pompous look on his face. "What have we here, Professor Fleak?"
"Well, Deputy, this boy has been-" he stops to splutter-"making jokes about my phobia! He knows I'm a..."-splutter-"Squib!" he bursts out.
"This boy knows you are a Squib?" Malfoy asks smoothly. "Well, that is disrespectful, very disrespectful... yet Squibs can still teach Poisons. LaDramea, Petalia, come." Malfoy turns around.
When we are in the hall, he whispers, "That is dangerous. I hate Voldemort as much as you do, but it would be dangerous for a Deputy to yell at a Head."
"So, Professor, will you help us keep the Life Dementors alive? Will you help save the Wizarding World?"
"I know of someone who can help."
Half an hour later, Clay, Draco, I, and well-known Magizoologist Newt Scamander are in the common room.
Draco is describing life here. "It's a place of dark magic and the Unforgivable Curses teacher has a boring accent."
We burst out laughing.
"Well, not the accent. He just drones!"
Draco was a good ally, but Moldy Voldy really had more evil in store...