Severus Snape was a famous fashion designer, his clothes were the best of the best and he only specially tailored for the finest. He had just recently moved to a new shop in London, he was a snarky bastard all magazines agreed, but everyone also conceded he was brilliant. He was currently in the upstairs portion of one of his shops, where he mused and drew-up ideas when he looked up hearing and saw a young man. He had well made black combat boots light cream trousers and a vibrant emerald green shirt that matched his eyes, he had stylish raven black hair and tan skin, he was very lean and Severus thought, a fine and handsome build, quite simply put, he was beautiful, and he wanted to meet such a pretty creation. "Lucy!" he called not taking his eyes of the young man.

"Sir?" she looked up from where she was cataloguing bolts of silk.

"Come here, quickly" he beckoned, and she promptly hurried over "You see that young man down there, I want you to see if you can bring him up here." She looked at him oddly, this was by far the weirdest thing she'd ever had to do, but she seemingly gave a mental shrug and hurried down he stairs not bothering with the elevator as she hurried to somehow get the young man in the store before he walked away. He watched from the window as his assistance in black slacks and a white blouse with blond hair walked quickly from where the man was quickly disappearing from sight calling out, and the young man turned. Snape caught his breath as he saw the man, he looked absolutely delectable.

Harry turned around as he heard a young lady yelling "Sir!" He was new in town and didn't see any reason for someone to be yelling for him as it had happened so often before. He was considered a master at both the violin and the piano, and was known to be incredibly intelligent like no other. He had multiple master degrees from a prestigious school called Hogwarts, he had gotten these years prior than he should have been able to and he was thought to be something of prodigy because of it. But since he was new and no one could have known who he was he was somewhat astonished that someone was calling for him as this lady most certainly was- she was looking straight at him, anyways.

"How may I help you miss?" he asked politely not really having to do anything important and simply just strolling around to get a look at some of the stores in the area.

"Uhm-" she cleared her throat "Sorry to bother you kind sir, but my boss requested that I ask if you would be willing to see the upstairs of his shop."

Harry was amused, people had told him he looked very well a number of times, so he assumed since he was in the clothing district and upstairs were muse rooms a designer wanted to try to outfit him or something, as usually store owners didn't have people running after people in the streets. "May I inquire as to who your boss is, miss, and why they'd like to see me?"

She blushed run in embarrassment at her bluster and his clear amusement. "Severus Snape of Prince Fashion, and I have absolutely no idea, he just asked me to see if I could get you to come is all"

He blinked, then blinked again. He knew his fashion extremely well, very very well, and this was the single founder and owner of Prince Fashion which he had just passed two shops down. He was very well known and why he wanted to see him, he had simply no idea. "Are… are you sure that he um," he paused "I have to go, I'm sorry." he didn't believe it, he'd probably screw everything up, and he admired the man way too much to do that. He knew he was probably being silly, but he couldn't bring himself to accept the offer and see what the man wanted.

"But- sir" she simply couldn't believe that someone would turn down the offer to see Severus Snape, especially if they knew who that was as it was so obvious that the man did, she had to get some information on the man, Mr. Snape never ever did this kind of thing and so he was obviously interested "Could I get your name at least?" she pleaded.

He frowned mulling the idea over "May I have yours?" he asked against his better judgment.

"Lucy Carmichael" she blurted hopefully

"Harry Evans, nice to meet you, I really must be going now." He said nervously and quickly turned on heal and disappeared into the crowd. And Lucy walked back to the shop.

Severus watched from the window as Lucy spoke with the man and when she must have told him that he wanted to see the man as he looked over at the Prince Fashion with eyes wide in surprise. Snape also saw the look of slight panic that overtook the man for a moment before it was forcefully expelled and how the man practically fled and Lucy turned back in obvious disappointment. "Tell me everything" he demanded the second she stepped out of the elevator, and so she did.

"Hmm, find me all information on this Harry Evans."

She had no idea why she was being asked to do such a thing but she complied and her mouth opened in shock as she read the information on her laptop. "Mr. Snape! I know why his name sounded so familiar, do you have any idea who this is!"

Severus really didn't expect the man to be anyone important, maybe a famous model with a body like that, but he was sure he would have remembered such a perfect creation, so he merely raised his eyebrows as the laptop was shoved in his face. As he read his eyebrows invariably raised higher nearly disappearing into his hairline. "Can you get me a ticket to his next piano recital?" was the first thing he asked.

"They are incredibly hard to get, but your Severus Snape so I see no real problem, you want one?" his dutiful assistant promptly replied, nothing was off limits to the owner of Prince Fashion. He swiftly nodded his confirmation as he offhandedly read the information on one Harry Evans. A master pianist and violinist, several masteries earned when he should have still been in high school from the school he himself had gone too, known to dabble in fashion, absolutely nothing scandalous about him, except… it seemed the man had undergone a terrible childhood up to age 8, his parents had died and he went to his only other relatives where he had been abused until a teacher had reported it, from then he had made a life for himself, seeking to see if the young boy needed to be placed into a younger grade due to his disadvantages from the monster of his relatives they gave him an IQ test and were astonished to see he was much smarter than his age level should have indicated, he was quickly moved up a couple grades and from there he flourished, it was simply put incredible and made the man all the more desirable in his eyes.

Harry had just finished a recital including a few new pieces he had made on his piano and walked back stage and stopped in surprise, but continued on before anyone could note. There in the back of the stage, right in front of him, was Severus Snape, chatting with one of the co-owners of the hall he had just played in. And Severus Snape did not chat, but there he was, impeccably dressed in a black suit with dark green linings that were beautifully accented and perfectly tailored, more of a fine piece of art rather than clothes he thought. The man had caught sight of him and was studying him as if he were some rare creature or new piece of silk to work with. Snape stepped forward and offered his hand. "Severus Snape." he introduced himself in those dark tones.

"Harry Evans." he replied shaking the hand in a firm grip."I must apologies for the other day, I had some terribly important business you see." he also added.

A bald faced lie if he ever saw one but he didn't call the intriguing man out on it but easily accepted it "It is of no consequence, but I would be delighted if you'd allow me to tailor a piece for you."

He didn't show it but inwardly he was freaking out in excitement, what an offer, but he really wasn't sure what the man would want, Severus Snape didn't do specialized tailors for just anyone, and he certainly wasn't anything special. He was saved by the co-owner of the building coming back and announcing where dinner would be hosted based on the nights success after having left being called away for some lighting problem. "Would you be so kind as to ride with me to the dinner? Assuming you are going of course." Snape interrupted the thoughts he practically saw swirling in the man's head.,

"Oh yes, Mr. Evans is most certainly going, guest of honor he is, and he was going to ride with us, but we'd be most happy to share should you want his sparkling personality on the ride." The co-owner winked.

"Mr. Burkin- I- what are." the pianist started to splutter.

"I most certainly do, I thank you graciously for your sacrifice of Mr. Evans here."

Harry's eyes darted back and forth. "I really don't-" he began but was cut off by Burkin's whine.

"You never get out!" As the man-who-felt-he-was-being-ganged-up-on face began to turn an interesting shade of pink the fashion designer held out his arm which Harry resignedly took and followed out to the Prince Fashion limousine.

Harry sat stiffly across from where the legendary Severus Snape sprawled comfortably, very aware of the dark mans gaze watching him intently, and forced himself to relax. Severus tilted his head to the side "You do not go out?"

"I am new to town." he replied carefully.

"Hogwarts is very near here, surely you have friends from your house to go out with, which house is that by the way?" He really did want to know.

"Slytherin" he said nonchalantly.

"Well that's wonderful, and it certainly explains some things." He was smirking, Harry could see that slight tilt of the lips from where he was looking from the corner of his eyes and was instantly on the alert.

"Oh?" he said with no infliction in his voice.

"It is wonderful because I happened to have been in that House, and now you have friends to go out with."

"Are we friends, Mr. Snape" he mused.

"Severus, and what it explains is your carefulness in manipulating yourself out of most places you don't want to be, your immediate suspicious and cautious attitude, and your ability to keep out all emotion." he continued on.

Harry looked thoughtful. "You don't mind if I am terribly blunt or rude then." he said getting down to business.

"Please, do, if you know anything about me you must know in the face of public I am exactly those two things."

"What do you want from me?" Snape didn't look taken aback at all and for that Harry was grateful.

"Why, I want to outfit that delicious body in one of my pieces to showcase." he murmured.

Harry gulped trying not to look too noticeable about it. "I am most certainly getting the better deal in that case" he argued "Your pieces are no work worth mere money, those you personally do are sheer talent, surely you must want something"

"Yes." he felt desire burn within him as he watched Evans' lick his lips. "You are to go on a date with me-it would please me very much should you do so." he amended.

He was hesitating, waiting for the catch Severus could see, you weren't in Slytherin for nothing after all, he needed to make it seem like more for Evans to agree he knew, and soon any time for negotiations would be over as they arrived the diner. "And if you think my 'sheer talent' as you called it could not be worth a date, you will simply have to go on two."

"I- I'd be honored Mr. S-"

"Severus"

"Severus, I'd be honored to wear one of pieces. Also- I'd like you to call me Harry."

"My pleasure Harry" he said in his rumbling baritone voice deliberately hooding his eyes. He was rewarded by his teasing with a slight almost unnoticeable squeak from the other man. A blushing virgin! Harry Evans became all the more desirable, talented, beautiful, smart, now all he needs is the perfect personality and as he was a very good judge of character two dates, a fitting, and the dinner at which they had just arrived at the restaurant should be suitable time to see if Evans was the man he thought him to be. He couldn't do that though if the man wouldn't look at him though, time to get the conversation back on track. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Question?" he parroted dumbly

"Why do you not have friends of your house to go out with? I shall not lie and say that I'm not at least slightly thrilled you don't as it makes an easier for me to do so… but?"

"I was extremely shy during my time in school, let's leave it at that." he said doing his best to sound firm.

"Indeed." was all he got in answer.

"I must tell you, I am overjoyed that I get to be attending this dinner event with the guest of honor on my arm." He stated smugly as they walked towards the announcing door of the extravagant diner. "Some extrmely high up people are going to be here to welcome you into your foray in London. Severus Snape" he then stated to the announcer. "And this charming man is Harry Evans."

"Severus Snape & Harry Evans." The man then called out to the crowd gathered at large who indeed were there to meet and welcome the young prodigy Harry Evans. Immediately people jumped to their feet and politely clapped as the stunning couple made their way down to mingle. Which they both met with high social graces while they alternately got fawned over. Normally for such important people attending the dinner this only happened to the stars of the show, which was, invariably, 'Mr. Evans'.

"Snape" came the slight sneer, the person then afore mention turned to have his lip curl disdainfully in reply, Evans had managed to slip away moments before.

"Malfoy, what a… surprise." disgust was very obvious.

"I never imagined you'd be a fuck-toy for a younger man. It's.. interesting, your sense of pride deserting you my friend? Where is that green eyed masterpiece anyways, I needed his advice on some clothing…"

"Yes, I do imagine that you could use any advice you could no matter how pitiful." He bit back viscously at Lucius Malfoy the designer of Lusciousness whom in their own right were successful, just not as major as his own company of course.

"My god… you honestly don't know.." Lucius looked honestly shocked, Snape knew he wouldn't be able to fake that.

"What?" he barked back irritably.

Lucius laughed an ironic kind. "You don't know that your new perusal is one of the highest fashion rated persona's out there."

"Excuse me?" he asked incredulously.

"The irony of this, you somehow managed to bring one of the newest, biggest people on your arm to a dinner in his honor, even you would do well to ask him for fashion tips, he has as just as good taste that we higher up designers do. Though he is incredibly shy so it is no wonder why he has not forayed into fashion yet. To get any answers you have to pry them out, but they are well worth it if you can manipulate the man into it." he gave another dark chuckle.

"Apparently" he paused "I did not do my research accordingly, I had known he had a bad past and was some sort of unscandelous prodigy, but not much past that I'm afraid."

"And the man, he is, mark my words, disgustingly modest, which I'm sure will be terrible for you, because you can go up to him and ask him how good his fashion sense is, and he will say average, but it is a complete lie I swear to you on my sons Draco's life, they were in the same school year and both in Slytherin, I know."

"This was enlightening, I did not truly appreciate whom had caught my eye, since you seem so willing to share information on him, perhaps you shall come with me to find Harry on whatever misadventure he may be on and we shall try to engage him in conversation and both get an idea on his sense of fashion, yes? I rather thought you would."

"Oh no need to search, I just spotted him, he's with Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange from Vold. incorporation (which is very well respected magazine focused on all new and big things) And that is how you know you scored a date my friend."

"Wonderful, let's go." With that the Prince of Fashion strode toward the group ignoring the friend comment.

"Hello Harry, I had wondered where you went off to, this is Lucius Malfoy from-"

"Lusciousness, I know, I'm Harry Evans, nice to meet you." he politely said extending his hand to shake the aristocrats exuding charisma without the slightest idea.

"Yes, well, he just informed me you are not only a prodigy in God knows what, but, in more importantly, fashion as well." he said sounding disappointed the man that had been on his arm hadn't thought it was important.

"I'm really not, I ju-" he started to explain, because really! he wasn't!

"And I also told the Prince you are so very graciously modest." the blond Malfoy interjected smoothly.

"My my, somewhere we can all agree too I'm sure, you are both most modest, and a prodigy in all things, how wonderful, the first our group has ever agreed!" Tom said from his spot to the side where he had been previously ignored with Bellatrix standing behind him nodding vigorously with a coy smile playing about her lips.

"And so, I wanted to see about Lucius's claim, and we are both waiting for your fashion expertise"

"Well um, what do you want my opinion on?" he said a little apprehensively, but he knew well that he was in a group of 4 Slytherins and he didn't stand a chance arguing or trying to wiggle his way out.

"Dare we make a suggestion?" asked Tom

"We could perhaps make it a fashion competition, we'll get the filming crew right in here after dinner, which of course, you'll be able to think during, then, lights camera action, you publicly announce what you think will be a new clothing item hit or something, and then all the fashion designers that want to produce a new line based of off it." Bellatrix trilled

The two present fashion designers eyed each other out, they both felt they would be the main competition. "And any rules or whatever?" Lucius finally prompted

"We will state them previous of the announcement to the casting crew of course." Tom assured them all quickly.

"Let the game begin." Snape said sarcastically and Lucius nodded his assent.

"Mr. Evans, this conversation leading up to the public casting to be held later this dinner, you wouldn't mind terribly if we have it printed out, would you?" Tom asked politely with a malicious gleam in his eye.

"Uhm, no- that- that's alright…" he stammered seemingly frozen by the fact that he would be publicly creating new lines from various fashion artists based on his thoughts of what should be the newest fashion.

"Well then, its dinner time and I do believe I saw my seating card next to Harry's." Head of Prince fashion smirked saucily and grabbed the man pulling him over to the table.

"Mr. Sn-"

"Ahem"

"Severus, sorry, what the hell just happened?! I do not! have some spectacular fashion sense, you're the designer, what do I say?" He pleaded.

"I do not believe you." he said bluntly but with heavy amusement.

"You have to be kidding me, I don't- I never even keep up in the fashion area- I can barely dress myself- I- I've never even given a thought to what will be new in fashion Severus! how did I get pulled into this, I'm going to look like a fool!" he blundered trying to make up excuses and failing miserably.

"And now, you are just lying, shut up." Apparently, this works, for Harry Evans- who could barely dress himself- closed his mouth and words stopped flowing.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Severus knew that Harry was a nervous wreck and couldn't help but admire the fact that he looked perfectly calm and didn't twitch in the slightest as he stood in front of the room full of guests and the news crew with Tom Riddle in front of him and Lucius and myself flanking his sides. "We from Vold. Inc. are proud to announce a fashion competition!" immediately murmurs broke out in the crowd as Tom announced this to the now rolling camera's. "Mr. Malfoy from Lusciousness and Mr. Snape from Prince Fashion have convinced Mr. Evans to help with this popular endeavor. Our very own Harry Evans is going to provide an article or other that he believes is going to be soon in new fashion. No one as of yet knows what this is, any fashion designers wishing to compete will provide a line or piece(s). Our company will be providing a banquet where the designers who enter will attend with two people wearing this item or items and shall present them, the guests will then decide who captures Harry Evans idea best. I think it's safe to say that whatever it is will be the newest biggest hottest thing out there, so we now present Harry Evans for our muse!" applause broke out, this was going to be an extremely popular concept.

"Hello" he said, everyone could tell he was nervous, and smiled in sympathy. "Well, I never saw myself being led into fashion, but then, I did walk in with the brilliant Severus Snape in my arm, eh?" Well done thought Severus appraisingly, he obviously knew how to work a crowd, and was making a slight attempt to divert some attention off of himself. The crowd broke in to tittering laughs at his own admittance. "Now, I was told to think of a muse a mere hour and a half ago, and so, may I give my advice on an article that I believe will soon come in to popularity. Cloaks." he stated firmly."More specifically men dress cloaks. Fashionably over the shoulder, or elegant one's, I choose the new competition to be based on cloaks and this is all the information I will be giving to the public." Everyone who had been getting ready to ask questions were immediately disappointed, but they had all done their research on Harry Evans and they knew they would get no answers now that he stated he was finished. Almost all of the fashion designers left immediately to brainstorm while they still had Harry Evan's voice in their mind, except for one, Severus Snape.

"I know it's late, Harry, but they said nothing of you helping others, and I was wondering, would you consent to what you had earlier declined? You did after all accept later." he asked trying not to show his underlying eagerness as he pulled his date out to the limousine.

"Um." how did he get inside Severus Snapes' ride, he didn't remember that, and now what did he want him to consent too?

"I am asking if you will come to my studio in my manor and give me an unfair advantage to beat everyone else." he raised his eyebrows.

"Oh! I'd be truly honored too, I mean, that'd be amazing!"

"It, I'm sure, will be an honor for me, you obviously know what you are doing, no, don't deny it, I wouldn't have thought of this before but you are certainly correct and this will be an enormous new fashion accessory. I will also request when you attend the banquet that you be the other besides myself wearing one of the new cloaks."

"I would love too! Could we, uh, stop by my house first? I have a couple sketchbooks…." he trailed off

"Of course, the address?" He asked without missing a beat.

"You can stay here, I'll just run up and grab them."

"Very well." like Harry asked, Snape just sat in the limousine and waited for the man to get his journals. "You have a very modest house." he spoke up when Harry returned.

"Erm- thank you?"

"And you have sketchbooks, never thought of fashion before?" An eyebrow arched up.

He got no response, but those sparkling emerald eyes did divert.

"We are here." was the next thing spoken when they arrived at Severus' Manor.

"And your home is very not modest." the younger man observed.

"Why, thank you." he obscenely fluttered his eyelashes as if that was the best praise that he could be gifted. He only received a snort in return.

"Shall we go through your books in the sitting room?" Snape suggested.

"Sure." Harry answered amiably.

"I must tell you that I am ever so delighted that I've the mind behind the competition with his very own ideas already written out with him." Snape smiled! full out, actually smiled. "Shall we see these books?"

A grey binder was passed over and the pages were passed over, admiration clearly showing in the famous designers eyes when he finally closed the book, not going through all the sketches that were there but a few. "Has this been shown to anyone" Snape asked incredulously.

"Uhm, no."

"My. I must really agree with Malfoy for just this once, and Malfoy UNDEREXAGGERATED you are the most horribly disgustingly modest person that has ever lived." Severus was raging calmly. "These sketches are done to MY standers, do you know what that means, it means they are bloody brilliant, how in the world did you muse these?"

"I- I d don't"

"Can I use these sketches and the notations? I want to make a whole new line with these cloaks, I'd like to have you as a co-partner. In fact, if you would allowed it, I would like to take a look at your other books, I am quite sure after looking at this that you have even more material."

"I, you can just have them, they were going to collect dust in any case, I've admired your work forever, a dream come true to even think about one of your lines being based off of my doodles." Harry finally said. Snape, about to argue paused when he say that younger man let out a yawn and try to cover it up.

"I am going to continue looking at the books, would you like to stay the night, there are guest rooms."

"I'd love too." Evans really wasn't in the mood to drive all the way back home, and if he was going to get to spend more time with the famous Severus Snape wasn't that just a bonus.

"I shall walk you up then, hmm?" he asked finally looking up from the books that had so thoroughly caught his attention.

"Thank you." He was then led up the stairs and shown to an elegant room colored in tones of green and warm browns.

"This is beautiful." The musician commented, taking in the room.

"Indeed." Harry's eyes widened at the agreement as the fashion designer was not looking at the room but staring straight at him, seemingly undressing him with his eyes.

"Umm, is there a specific time I should be out in the morning?" he queried quickly composing himself.

"I will be up at around eight, and I will need you at approximately 9:30 so I may take your measurements, if this does not interfere with any standing plans, of course?"

The younger man shifted nervously. "I have apologies to make" he hesitated, then ploughed through. "That day when your assistant called for me, I did not actually have any plans, I was just… nervous. I really don't have anything at all on my schedule as of now, I haven't even booked any recitals, so I'm free whenever you need."

"Nervous? What did you have to be nervous of?" Severus asked darkly.

Harry jumped, he had turned away during his confession and the smooth tones coming directly from behind him had given him a startle. He turned around to see Snape very close to him, dark eyes smoldering. He gulped, preparing to stutter out some incoherent answer but was beat to it by Severus.

"It is of no consequence, I am sure you are eager to go to bed? Perhaps a good night kiss first."

Was he joking? Was he… not? In any case he hadn't moved and seemingly required an answer this time. He squared is shoulders. "Are you going to give me one?" he asked unwaveringly. Only to have his stoic act thrown away as he let out an undignified squeak of surprise at being shoved against the wall he was near and having his mouth plundered for all he was worth. The wicked tongue of the other man licked his lips seeking entrance while the clever thin lips maneuvered against his. He let the skilled muscle in unintentionally, it just slithering inside as he gasped because it seemed the fashion designer wanted to get a little handsy with his arse, squeezing and groping, and feeling the twin globes out. The tongue mapped out every crevice of his mouth until his need for air desperate, and with that the sinful mouth left his with a last nip on his bottom lip.

Snape surveyed his work. The man was a disheveled mess, and looked thoroughly shagged with glazed eyes, mussed up hair, and wonderfully swollen plump red lips which he had just ravaged. If he'd had any concerns before, his doubts were answered, the impossibly perfect man was virginal, as the kiss had been most inexperienced and surprised. But oh, if he could get the chance, he would most certainly teach the young prodigy something new.

"I shall see you on the morrow." Snape smirked, and left the room shutting the door behind him. He would have loved to stay and see how long it took the man to snap out of his little daze, but he had masterpieces of sketchbooks to take in first.

Eventually Harry collected himself and got ready for bed, not quite sure on how he felt about Severus Snape, but sure that it was most definitely a good thing.

At around 8 Snape emerged from his room guided by his nose. Quickly going to his kitchen, were the wonderful smells were coming from, he suddenly stopped, hearing the quick flowing notes of an expert practicing his scales on a piano. Evans hadn't fled then, good. He continued his brisk pace to the kitchen.

"So, what can't you do?" was the calmly voiced question that startled the young musician out of his calmness.

"Pardon?!" Now knowing how wonderful the green eyed man looked while giving Snape an indignant glare he resolved to see it many times more, even if it did mean startling him out of thought, wait, revise that statement, especially if it meant startling him out of thought, Snape didn't want Harry to over think things, he was more likely to get a straight-to-the-point answer that way.

"I certainly didn't prepare that wonderful meal waiting in the kitchen, so therefore, it must have been you. Coming to this conclusion, I simply wondered if there was anything you don't excel in."The dark man received no response, so continued on with a raised eyebrow. "I am inclined to think not."

Those two plump lips were licked slowly, Harry most likely moistening his lips to get ready to desperately argue. And two black eyes flicked down to where the tongue was moving, staring blatantly. Harries eyes widened innocently, and he froze.

The clothes designer ripped his eyes away. "I'll get it" he stated decisively. "You go find the tailoring room, I shall meet you there." With that, he turned on heel and left.

Snapping out of… whatever that was, Harry walked out in search of tailoring room.

To Severus' surprise, the ringing wasn't coming from one of his house phones, but what must have been Evan's cell. He checked the caller ID, 'unknown' and then decided to answer it anyways as the ringing was starting to get on his nerves. "Severus Snape of Prince Fashion."

"Ah, he really did leave with you then. This is Remus Lupin, I usually help Harry get his schedule in order, that is, to say, I get in contact with the people who do other stuff for him and get it all planned out."

"A pleasure to meet you, I do hope to soon be one of those whom you contact in regards to what Harry does day by day."

"Ambitious, aren't you, though if you can charm him into staying at your house, which I presume he did, I do wonder if you won't just be able to keep him."

"Indeed. Do you have any advice on how to-"

"You're a slytherin, figure it out. It was most definitely partial you that maneuvered him into this 'fashion' competition."

"Yes, about that, did you know about his talent in my area of expertise?"

"He has talent in everyone's area of expertise, the problem is figuring out how to get him to admit it, or at least display them. He is a slytherin as well, you know."

"I am aware. However, you will find he is not as cunning as I."

"Anyways, I called because Sirius, uhm, Sirius Black, who books his violin recitals was hoping I could convince the boy to play a piece despite his plan to take a little time to 'adjust to the new area'."