"I used to be bald," Lucius laughed, his hairless head shining in the late morning sun. "But now I'm not." As he said it, long bolts of hair came shooting out of his skull, whipped around wildly, then came to rest in flowing, slightly-wavy, pale golf locks reaching below his shoulders.
Gilderoy, Snape and Arthur applauded, Gilderoy calling "Bravo! Bravo!"
Arthur cleared his throat, ears turning red when the three feminine men turned to look at him. "Well, I've been meaning to tell you all something too," he beamed, tucking a red curl behind his ear. "I'm getting married!"
Snape gasped dramatically and began to congratulate the pleasantly chubby, fabulous man, before he was silenced by a death glare from Lucius.
"Sweetheart!" Lucius said, stomping in his sparkly white wedges. "Why are you trying to steal my spotlight? This is kind of my moment, blonde traitor!"
Arthur frowned. "What?" He asked. "Did you say blood traitor or blonde traitor?"
Gilderoy gave a cry of rage. "This ignorant troll! Let's swagger away and go for seaweed facials!"
He grabbed Malfoy by the wrist and led him off. Arthur gaped after them.
Severus gave an expressionless, monotonous laugh. "I have to go do, um, double agent stuff."
With that he apparated.