« I don’t give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy. »
I felt him push me, and suddenly, I could feel anger in my soul. How dare he, stupid, bad-haired Potter, touch him? How in the world did he think, for an instant, that an insect-like him could touch the true magnificence of a pure-blood?
I plunge my perfect grey eyes into is muddy green ones, ready to throw my fist.
« He’s vile and cruel, and you’re as pathetic.»
Well, in a way, he couldn’t disagree about his father, but he was sure that «vile and cruel» were not the words he would have used. Maybe something more along the lines of « idiotic and arrogant » But insulting him, Drago Lucius Malfoy, of pathetic? Who was this brat to talk to him like this? He needs to be taught a good lesson, something that would remind him who was the daddy from now on.
Welp, not exactly that, but something along those lines. I need to show him, to make him understand….
Perfect, he’s walking away; I just have to get my wand out of my pocket, think of some spell, …
Like what? I could transform him into a rat or a bat! No, he could fly in my face and scratch my beautiful scalp, and get tangled in my luxurious hair.
Maybe something smaller? Like a flea! Oh yes, a flea! Then he could put it in a bow, and then in another box, have an owl send it to himself, and when the package would be dropped on the table for breakfast, he would just have to turn his spoon into a hammer and smash it! Amazing plan. As always, my dear self, we are a remarkable mind.
Now, I just have to point my wand and …
« Oh no, you don’t, sonny! »
Wait, wait, wait, what was this voice? Who was it? What was this blinding yellow light coming at full speed toward me? Am I going to die? Is this how I die? Oh no, no,no nonononononooo, this couldn’t be it ! Someone will jump in from of it, shielding me from death, please, just someone!
I can’t stop the scream parting my lips, I feel the fear printing itself on my face, and the tears in my eyes are creating this beautiful spectral light….
Oh lord, is this … the end?
I can feel myself falling to the ground, and getting smaller and smaller, and smaller, .. and …
Squeek ! Squeek Squeeky squeek !
« I’ll teach you to cross someone when their back is turned. »
Squeek Squeeking Squeek ! Squeek Squeek Squeek ! Squeeked Squeek Squeek Squeek ! Squeek Squeek ! Squeek ! Squeek Squeek Squeek Squeek Squeek Squeek…. Squeek Squeek Squeeeeeeeeeeeek Squeeeeeek Squeeeeeekkkkkk !!!!
« Professor Moody! What are you doing? »
Squeek Squeek ! Squeek Squeek Squeek Squeek ! Squeek Squeek ! Squeeked Squeek !!!
« Teaching »
SQUEEEEEK !
« Is that a … is that a student? »
Squeek, Squeek Squeek Squeeking ? Squeek Squeek Squeek Squeek, Squeeky, Squeek, Squeek !
« Technically, it’s a ferret! »
Squeek ? Squeek ?! SQUEEK ?! Sque-eek ! SQUEEK ! Squeek, Squeek, Squeek ! Squeeked, Squeeking, Squeek !
« Stand, stand still! »
Squeek, Squeek, -sq– ARFMF ! Squeeky Squeek !
Squeek Squeek Squeek ! Squeek ! Squeek Squeek Squeek !!
SQEF – OOL !
Wait … why I am turning, Squeek ? Where …. Squeek Squeek!
OFMYSQUEEK he is still here! I need to run; I need to hide. Why is no one here to save me? I’m a poor ferret, BOY, a martyr!
« My father will hear about this! »
Squeeky, he will! I mean … Yes, he will! That will shut them up… Oh no, why does he seems angrier rather than scared? Nononono, I don’t want to be a Squeek-FERRET- again, please!
I need to go, I need to leave, sooner the better!
« Is that a threat?! »
Run boy, run, if I don’t run faster, he’s going to kill me ! He will turn me into a soft and pretty scarf and he will probably goft me to Potter ! I won’t let that happen, Squeek Squeek Squeek !
Why does Wizzard always use a broom, I don’t have any strength in my legs. He’s going to find me, I need to fight to run faster!
Oh please, if I don’t make it, please please, tell my mother I love her and my father that I know that he is not a true blond ! I found his hair dye and it was me who one time put blue dye in it !!
Please, Merlin, don’t let me die here; I have so much more to dooooo ! Squeeeeeeeeeeeek !