The Peacock and the Skulker
Location: Ballroom of the Nott Estate Date: October 18, 1986 @sevsnpe
Lucius had just finished his twelfth dance of the night (one with the hostess of course, and seven with Cissy) and was about to refresh himself with his ninth goblet of wine when he finally spotted one particular face skulking amongst the crowd’s outskirts. He scooped a second glass from the floating tray to join the first and lost no time in swanning his way through the revelers across the room.
“Severus, darling, there you are!” Lucius exclaimed, loud enough to draw several eyes their way (there was no point in attending a party like this if people didn’t see you there, and while Lucius had no doubt that his own ever-visible presence had been noted by anyone of note, he was just as certain that Severus Snape had been doing his best to pass unnoticed, a state of affairs which Lucius considered it his duty to amend). “I’ve been looking for you half the night, where have you been hiding yourself? Have you seen Cissy yet?” He didn’t pause to wait for an answer before adding, “She looks devastatingly gorgeous, doesn’t she?”
He handed Severus the spare goblet and raked his eyes up and down the other man’s depressingly plain black robe-clad form. “You aren’t wearing the robes I picked out for you,” Lucius chided, disappointed -- although not surprised. “What, didn’t they fit? I told you to let me come along for your tailoring session,” he teased.
