Snape Gets Shampoo

Snape was handed something. It looked suspiciously like a bottle of shampoo. He glanced up, frowning. Lord Voldemort smiled. He patted Snape's back. "Now, now, Severus dear. It's a new year, and you deserve a present. I insist." The Potion Master's frown deepened. "My Lord, I detest the ridiculous thing. I am not accepting any shampoo." Voldemort shook his head. "Severus, my dear. Mummy wants only the best for Mummy's most loyal servant." Lord Voldemort pointed to the label on the bottle of shampoo. "Look, it even smells like lilies! Your most favourite scent, is it not? Do us all a favour, and use the bottle wisely. I have consulted- er, tortured, every last professional and all have said this very brand is the best. Take the gift. Do it for Mummy, for Mummy has no nose. Think of all the ladies who'll take pleasure in smelling your wonderful hair!" Severus Snape reluctantly obeyed, and bowed his head in thanks.

"Good boy!" Voldemort jumped up and down, clapping his pale hands joyfully. All was well.