a/n: Ok, so for the sake of a wizardy story, I've changed Geoffrey Chaucer's name and the name of his Caterbury Tales. But just so you know, that's what they're talking about. I love Chaucer but I can't stand snobs.
I don't own the Harry Potter world nor do I own Chaucer's Canterbury Tales
Lucius Malfoy's Baseless Literary Snobbery
Madeline was on her lunch break and chose to spend her hour in the book shop in Diagon Alley. Not having much money to spare (she wasn't a miser to say the least) she liked to treat Flourish & Blotts like the public library. There she was, sitting on the floor in the literature aisle in jeans and a "Weird Sisters" t-shirt with her feet blocking the passage, reading Geoffrey Chauswander, the renowned medieval wizard poet, when a tall, handsome, and dashing wizard strode up in black robes. He cleared his throat in a hautey manner and nudged her with his black cane. She looked up grudgingly like an alien mantis reading the history of the Earth and finding it quite diverting.
"Yes?" she said slowly.
"You're blocking the aisle," he answered with a sneer.
"Well, as long as I'm not blocking the isle, I suppose we're ok."
He took a mental double take. "Wh..what?"
She gave a maddeningly amused laugh. "Never mind," she said and went back to reading, pretending to take no more notice of him. However, he would not be put aside so easily. He licked his lips and rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. She looked up with raised brows, "Yes? May I help you?"
"Move aside," he said with authority and more than a little annoyance.
"What manners they must teach you in the manor!" she said laughing at her own cleverness. He stamped his cane on the floor impatiently. "You needn't be so rude," she said.
Presently, the shopkeeper walked up. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm so sorry about this." He turned to Madeline and hissed, "Get up!" He knew her impudence and her lack of funds and chose to rule in favor of the wealthy uppity wizard.
Madeline gasped and gaped. "I-"
Lucius put up one leather clad palm to the shopkeeper but kept his eyes on Madeline. "I can handle this." The shopkeeper walked away reluctantly. "Miss Moody," said Lucius.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" she answered with a playful smile on her lips.
"Would you mind, ever so much," he began cordially and then continued in an impatient manner, "vacating the floor to make space for the other customers?!?!" He stamped his cane in emphasis.
She rose with a slow saucy leer. "Certainly sir." She stepped back against the shelf, hugging the book to herself. He glanced down at the title.
"Hm," he remarked with admiration.
She looked down at the book and then back up at him with a raised brow. "Have you read Chauswander's Candleberry Tales?"
"Of course I have," he sneered. "What do you take me for, an ignorant brute?" he said with a sniff.
She laughed. "It's not like reading silly stories is a mark of superior intelligence."
"Silly?" he said incredulously.
"You don't think fart jokes and base sexual humor are sophisticated, do you?" she said with a smirk.
When he didn't respond, but simply walked away, she knew he had never actually read the book.