This won't do at all. Draco scowls as the hooded figure attempts to fend off Ecks instead of just submitting to the torture he so richly deserves. Why does he have to be so uppity?

Then again, Draco hasn't missed the way the fellow keeps using the blunt end of the scythe. Maybe it's only a prop, or maybe he just isn't inclined to use it as a real weapon. Either way, it gives Draco enough courage to leap forward and wrap his arms around the handle. A moment later, his legs follow suit, and he clings to the scythe like a koala.

"Ha!" he cries triumphantly, for all that it's a constant struggle to not slip right down to the floor. "Shake him now, Ecks!"