Darius was sitting in the Leaky Cauldron, feet in a designer version of combat boots and swung out on top of the table he was sitting at. His chair was leaning only on the back two legs to facilitate Darius’ uncouth choice of posture, but so far, no one at the pub had challenged him on it. He was wearing dark jeans slung low on his narrow hips and a light grey button down shirt with the top few buttons undone. In his hand was a cigarette, which he pulled on every now and again, intentionally blowing the smoke toward the two pre-teen girls sitting at the table next to him.
The Slytherin boy wasn’t really in town for any particular reason. His parents were on vacation in some place he hadn’t bothered to remember, so there was really no one at home to serve as the victim of his barbed comments. The maids, chefs, and house elves were entirely too easy pickings, because whenever he tried to cut them down, he found they already had such low opinions of themselves that his mockery didn’t even make a difference. No fun in that.
So Darius had come out to the Leaky Cauldron in search of new victims to entertain himself, and hadn’t yet gotten lucky when Jaden walked through the door holding a blobby bundle of poo that others sometimes referred to as a baby. Darius didn’t know the Hufflepuff boy well, but he knew enough to know he didn’t like him. This kid was like a gold mine when it came to making fun of people, and as if that weren’t enough, Jaden served himself up on a silver platter by accidentally running into Darius’ table.
“You know, if you want to set a good example for your daughter, you really ought to learn to walk,” Darius shouted across the pub at Jaden, blowing a cloud of smoke at the middle aged man next to him that tried to tell him to keep his voice down.
“Though considering your choice of clothing, perhaps her mobility is the least of your worries,” Darius added, blatently ignoring the stares of those around him as he pushed forward with his scathing review of Jaden, “It’s probably a good thing you have a daughter rather than a son, or he might have ended up with the same gender confusion you seem to have, what with the pink and all.”
“The fedora’s nice, though,” Darius said, pretending to appraise Jaden’s choice of accessory, “I think I saw one of those on the runways… in 2018.”
That ought to do it. Insult his ability to parent and his fashion sense all in one blow. I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t cry, Darius thought to himself, smirking over his cigarette at Jaden.