Come to my office tonight at eight.
There is a seventh year Gryffindor who's been causing trouble and she would be the perfect candidate for my newest form of torture.
I need your help to cast the spell or concoct the potion to ingest, or whatever the hell you do.
I hate it when people add the 't'.
IT'S FRENCH YOU DUMBASSES, THE 'T's ARE RARELY PRONOUNCED!"
A muscle high in Lucius' cheek twitched violently.
Just a teaser, more to come.