An Ashwinder egg. Holy fucking shit. It was like Christmas, and he was actually getting gifts. Unbelievable! Of course, when he'd written his journal so long ago about putting the eggs in the rooms of students, it had been all to cause a bit of chaos and nothing more. But to actually have one? One that could do all the damage he had considered doing, at one time?
The grin that split his face was as genuine as it could get.
His first inclination was to toss it into Umbridge's office and watch the gleeful destruction commence. However, what if there was a more practical, or better yet, evil use for the ballistic? That was something he'd have to think about.
"I can tell you that you have definitely gifted this to the right person." An understatement, to be sure. Who else would have the balls to cause this much trouble? "The real question is, do you have any requests on where you'd like me to use it? That is, requests I'd actually consider taking."