Anthony could hardly believe his ears. "Really? That stupid fucking git had an Ashwinder egg?" Snorting with derision, he took another pull from his drink. "His daddy probably gave it to him in hopes of providing his son with a little street cred. Unfortunately, everyone knows that Draco is a pussy. What a waste of a perfectly good egg. Then again, if you sell it, you'll at least get to keep the profits for your next insane scheme."
It was a shame that they weren't getting to see their mayhem first-hand, though. Ahh, well. They had to sacrifice something in order to live as gods among men for their brilliant plan. If that meant second-hand amusement, they'd have to take it.
"I'll be getting to hexing the journal soon, though nothing important is really in there. I wish I could leak something really ridiculously false in it, in hopes that the Ministry believed it. Like...that Umbridge has a third nipple. Or keeps Rosier in a cage at night."