Draco was walking down the hall. That's it, just walking down a frigging hall. Where nothing could possibly go wrong, right? So there was Draco, strutting down the hall, withering first years under his glare just like any old day. He was enjoying - or as much as Draco Malfoy can enjoy - his calm, Satan-spawn-free walk. That is, for all of two seconds before his foot landed in something rubbery and rather unpleasant. Recoiling in disgust, Draco looked down to see a fried octopus of sorts, stuffing spilling out one end.
What the -? Why is this here? Food isn't allowed anywhere outside The Great Hall. Fully intending to catch the offender - probably some Gryffindor, or Potter. You can never count Potter out, that dirty, disgraceful, Dumbledore loving... - Draco looked around for anyone eating. There was nobody in sight, except... Peeves. Well, Peeves and someone Draco didn't recognize. He must be some sort of clown. Thought Draco, eyeing the man's green hair and protruding spike, like a dunce cap. Peeves howled in laughter while Dunce-cap-man just looked bored. He was holding a pair of chopsticks in one hand, and a take-out box in the other. They were both sitting on one of the overhead beams that lined the hall's roof. Or more specifically, Peeves was sitting and Dunce-cap-man was hanging upside down, his magical take-out box defying gravity and keeping the food inside. But even the enchanting box must've let a few octopi slip, evident by the smear of stuffing and grease on his otherwise impeccable footwear.
" Oi!" Draco yelled. " Peeves!"
" Yessss?" Peeves replied with a twisted grin.
" Look at this! You've ruined my brand new, waxed, polished, pure blood shoes. Have you anything to say for yourself?"
" Yep" Said Peeves, pointing over his shoulder at Dunce-cap-man. " He did it." He proceeded to cackle some more.
" Well, I'll have both of you know that my father will be hearing about this!" Draco shouted hotly.
At this, Dunce-cap-man looked up from his take-out with... a grin. That grin. The grin Draco had come to know and hate. He stormed off before Dunce-cap-man could say what Draco knew he would.
A/N: Let's hear it for volume 18, which inspired me to write this chappie! Oh, and chocolate. Chocolate always helps. I think (?) that Blue Emu is the one I'm replying to, but in reply to TheUnitedWritersVXN:
I'll try to add your idea in after the initial meeting of all of Satan's sons. I'm not sure how well it fits in the running My-Father-Will-Hear-About-This theme, but it's a good idea (maybe for a bonus chapter at the end?)
Thanks for reading!
