Draco Malfoy was alone in his study, reading over The Daily Prophet and grumbling to himself. He reached for his cup of tea, taking a sip before settling back into his lush office chair. Flipping a page of the paper, he spotted a long article pertaining to a new film series being released. The headline read: “Muggle Rowling to Screenwrite Extension of Popular Book Series”. Draco scowled to himself—another bloody series about Potter? About Potter? The stupid boy who lived?! Scarhead? Why couldn’t anyone write books about him? Why wasn’t there a series titled Draco Malfoy and the Year He Was Better Than Everyone Else? (Spoiler alert, it’s every year). Scowling, he forced himself to read on. A sly grin spread across his face when he realized that the film series wouldn’t be about the world’s beloved little Potter.
"Ha!" He said to himself, sitting up straighter and grinning smugly at the article before him. As his eyes continued to scan the page, though, he realized just what the new series would revolve around: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and its author…Newt Scamander.
Draco slammed his head against his desk, groaning. Even worse.