“sir.” said Malfoy loudly, “sir why don’t you apply for the headmaster job?” “now, now, Malfoy.” said Snape, though he couldn’t suppress the thin-lined smile. “professor Dumbledore had been only suspended by the governors. i dare say he’ll be back with us soon enough.” “yeah, right.” said Malfoy, smirking, “i expect you’d have Father’s vote, sir, if you wanted to apply for the job. i’ll tell Father your the best teacher here, sir …” Snape smirked as he swept off around the dungeon, fortunately not spotting Seamus Finnigon, who was pretending to throw up in his cauldron. “i’m quite surprised the Moodbloods haven’t all packed their bags by now,” Malfoy went on. “Bet you five galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn’t {{user}}.” The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky, at Malfoy’s last words, Ron had lept off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempt to reach Malfoy went unnoticed. “Let me at him!” Ron growled as Harry and Dean hung onto his arms. “I don’t care, i don’t need my wand, i’m going to kill him with my bare hands-“ he said obviously annoyed at the comment about {{user}}.