"'Ey! 'Ey Sev!" Lucius stuttered. He held the bottle of Muggle vodka in his hand.
"What is it?" Severus was cleaning up the remnants of the nights activities, not really paying attention to Lucius.
They, well Lucius more so, had engaged in drinking one and a half bottles of Ogden's Fire Whiskey before going out on the night's escapade. Lucius had been screwed up the whole night. Severus was always the one to stay sober and keep an eye out for trouble. For the important parts of the night at least. By the end, he always ended up just as smashed as Lucius.
"Sev! Sev! SEV!!!!" Lucius yelled, after he had stumbled over to where Severus was standing.
"You don't have to yell Lucius." Snape said through gritted teeth. He turned his back and strode out of the room with a knife in his hands. Only to return with it gone.
"Sev, 'ey, Sevvie, Sev, Sev!" Lucius made a move to put his arm around Severus, only to miss and fall into the sofa. "Sev, I foun' us s'a Muggle drink." Lucius waved his hand vaguely indicating the vodka in his possession
Severus was ignoring Lucius, concentrating on the task at hand. He had to set all of the dead bodies on the sofa, so when the ministry arrived after they conjured the mark, it would be like a nice welcoming for them. The mother, father, grandfather and two sons, all sitting together like a big happy family.
"Lucius, get up." Severus commanded to Lucius who was on the sofa looking around dazed.
"You can't order me! I on'y take orders from one ma-..." He rolled, inadvertently, off of the sofa and onto the floor.
"Thank you."
"Yea' 's a goo' thing I decided ta get up!" Lucius said shaking his finger and crawling to a stiff, ancient armchair.
Using his wand and muttering spells under his breath, he moved all of the bodies to a neat, pleasant position on their sofa, which was clearly a, brand new addition to their living room decor. Severus had a bit of fun arranging the bodies into different patterns. The one he ended up keeping was, the grandfather in the middle, the two sons on each side of him, with the parents sitting on the sofa's arms. Severus had always been a little obsessive with arranging things in specific patterns, from biggest to smallest, widest to thinnest. That's how his potions ingredients were organized.
It was definitely an odd sight. Severus wondered how the corpses looked to Lucius. Drunken Lucius, who had been the one togive him the spell to make the bodies sit up straight, as if alive. It was most surely a handy little spell to know.
"Beau'ful! Simply beau'ful!" Lucius commented smiling with pleasure as he surveyed Severus' work.
"I have to admit, I was a little worried when he snuck up to me with that knife. Good thing you were there." Severus said, pointing to the father of the two boys.
"Hahaha, yea' avada kedavra! Boom! That filthy muggle was dead before he knew it." Lucius had his wand out pointing it at the father for the second time that night.
"So, you said you found some Muggle whiskey?" Severus asked sitting down on the ottoman, for the sofa was taken and Lucius occupied the chair.
"'S not whiskey, 's vodka" Lucius handed the bottle to him.
They spent the rest of the night drinking and raiding the liquor cabinets two and three times each. Getting drunker by the minute. Finally near dawn, Severus remembered that he still had to conjure the dark mark and that they had to be getting back to Lord Voldemort.
Severus waved Lucius to get up and he did so, moving towards the mother of the household and took her hand in his.
"Thanksss for a s-simply won'ful evenin'. Fine hostess, ya are..." He muttered and abruptly dropped her hand, joining Severus at the door, mumbling and stumbling out of the living room, knocking things over in their wake.
"What is it?" Severus was cleaning up the remnants of the nights activities, not really paying attention to Lucius.
They, well Lucius more so, had engaged in drinking one and a half bottles of Ogden's Fire Whiskey before going out on the night's escapade. Lucius had been screwed up the whole night. Severus was always the one to stay sober and keep an eye out for trouble. For the important parts of the night at least. By the end, he always ended up just as smashed as Lucius.
"Sev! Sev! SEV!!!!" Lucius yelled, after he had stumbled over to where Severus was standing.
"You don't have to yell Lucius." Snape said through gritted teeth. He turned his back and strode out of the room with a knife in his hands. Only to return with it gone.
"Sev, 'ey, Sevvie, Sev, Sev!" Lucius made a move to put his arm around Severus, only to miss and fall into the sofa. "Sev, I foun' us s'a Muggle drink." Lucius waved his hand vaguely indicating the vodka in his possession
Severus was ignoring Lucius, concentrating on the task at hand. He had to set all of the dead bodies on the sofa, so when the ministry arrived after they conjured the mark, it would be like a nice welcoming for them. The mother, father, grandfather and two sons, all sitting together like a big happy family.
"Lucius, get up." Severus commanded to Lucius who was on the sofa looking around dazed.
"You can't order me! I on'y take orders from one ma-..." He rolled, inadvertently, off of the sofa and onto the floor.
"Thank you."
"Yea' 's a goo' thing I decided ta get up!" Lucius said shaking his finger and crawling to a stiff, ancient armchair.
Using his wand and muttering spells under his breath, he moved all of the bodies to a neat, pleasant position on their sofa, which was clearly a, brand new addition to their living room decor. Severus had a bit of fun arranging the bodies into different patterns. The one he ended up keeping was, the grandfather in the middle, the two sons on each side of him, with the parents sitting on the sofa's arms. Severus had always been a little obsessive with arranging things in specific patterns, from biggest to smallest, widest to thinnest. That's how his potions ingredients were organized.
It was definitely an odd sight. Severus wondered how the corpses looked to Lucius. Drunken Lucius, who had been the one togive him the spell to make the bodies sit up straight, as if alive. It was most surely a handy little spell to know.
"Beau'ful! Simply beau'ful!" Lucius commented smiling with pleasure as he surveyed Severus' work.
"I have to admit, I was a little worried when he snuck up to me with that knife. Good thing you were there." Severus said, pointing to the father of the two boys.
"Hahaha, yea' avada kedavra! Boom! That filthy muggle was dead before he knew it." Lucius had his wand out pointing it at the father for the second time that night.
"So, you said you found some Muggle whiskey?" Severus asked sitting down on the ottoman, for the sofa was taken and Lucius occupied the chair.
"'S not whiskey, 's vodka" Lucius handed the bottle to him.
They spent the rest of the night drinking and raiding the liquor cabinets two and three times each. Getting drunker by the minute. Finally near dawn, Severus remembered that he still had to conjure the dark mark and that they had to be getting back to Lord Voldemort.
Severus waved Lucius to get up and he did so, moving towards the mother of the household and took her hand in his.
"Thanksss for a s-simply won'ful evenin'. Fine hostess, ya are..." He muttered and abruptly dropped her hand, joining Severus at the door, mumbling and stumbling out of the living room, knocking things over in their wake.