Chapter 12: Studies In Plant Form And Design, By L. Malfoy and S. Snape
(A/N: Updating may be a little wonky in the direct future, as the Duchess' favourite pet has passed away and she has trouble finding inspiration now that her muse has gone. Also, reviewers please note that constructive criticism is not necessary, as the Duchess prefers sycophantic and excessive flattery. In reply to a comment about ratings; as the Duchess is Dutch, she has not the slightest idea of ratings, how they work, what they are good for and how to apply them. When confronted with questions of ratings, she will therefore reply with a loud 'Bosh' and meekly follow the advice of those more knowledgeable on the subject.)
Lucius Malfoy was quietly plucking wild flowers next to the road near Hogsmeade. Every time a group of people passed, they laughed silently at the sight of that most feared and respected of wizards, sitting in the roadside, plucking flowers. After a while, Severus Snape approached, making his way with difficulty through the field, as his robes kept getting caught on plants.
"Lucius," said Snape, "Draco just came to me, crying, because the Gryffindors are taunting him with the fact that his father is acting like a big sissy."
"Oh yes?" said Lucius, adding a very pretty cornflower to his bouquet, "Well, that's what Narcissa said. Flowers are for sissies, she said, and she wouldn't help me, nor would Draco, so it's their fault I have to do this on my own."
"Why don't you get Spazzy to do it for you?" offered Snape, looking with disgust at a bright yellow butterfly that was circling his head.
"Spazzy has the coordination of Neville Longbottom drunk on Firewhiskey. He would bruise these delicate petals, crush the tender buds, and murder all innocence of these crowning glories of Nature!" said Lucius, in an increasingly emotional voice, waving the flowers around as he gestured dramatically.
"Er, quite." said Snape, taking a step back. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed Lucius' display. Then he noticed Lupin, standing a bit away, also plucking flowers. "Look, it's Lupin. He can pluck your flowers for you." Snape said. Lucius looked up, and then, his eyes aglow, slowly stumbled his way towards Lupin.
"Oh, hello butterfly!" Lupin was saying to the yellow butterfly, "How are you today?"
"Lupin!" said Lucius, appearing next to Lupin ominously. "Give me those," he ordered, snatching the bunch of flowers from Lupin's hands.
"Hm?" was Lupin's only reaction.
"There we are," said Lucius contently to Snape, showing him the massive bunch of flowers as they started to head back to Hogsmeade.
Behind them, Lupin was looking more and more concerned. "Hey, give those back!" he yelled after them. "They're my dinner for tonight!"
(A/N: Updating may be a little wonky in the direct future, as the Duchess' favourite pet has passed away and she has trouble finding inspiration now that her muse has gone. Also, reviewers please note that constructive criticism is not necessary, as the Duchess prefers sycophantic and excessive flattery. In reply to a comment about ratings; as the Duchess is Dutch, she has not the slightest idea of ratings, how they work, what they are good for and how to apply them. When confronted with questions of ratings, she will therefore reply with a loud 'Bosh' and meekly follow the advice of those more knowledgeable on the subject.)
Lucius Malfoy was quietly plucking wild flowers next to the road near Hogsmeade. Every time a group of people passed, they laughed silently at the sight of that most feared and respected of wizards, sitting in the roadside, plucking flowers. After a while, Severus Snape approached, making his way with difficulty through the field, as his robes kept getting caught on plants.
"Lucius," said Snape, "Draco just came to me, crying, because the Gryffindors are taunting him with the fact that his father is acting like a big sissy."
"Oh yes?" said Lucius, adding a very pretty cornflower to his bouquet, "Well, that's what Narcissa said. Flowers are for sissies, she said, and she wouldn't help me, nor would Draco, so it's their fault I have to do this on my own."
"Why don't you get Spazzy to do it for you?" offered Snape, looking with disgust at a bright yellow butterfly that was circling his head.
"Spazzy has the coordination of Neville Longbottom drunk on Firewhiskey. He would bruise these delicate petals, crush the tender buds, and murder all innocence of these crowning glories of Nature!" said Lucius, in an increasingly emotional voice, waving the flowers around as he gestured dramatically.
"Er, quite." said Snape, taking a step back. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed Lucius' display. Then he noticed Lupin, standing a bit away, also plucking flowers. "Look, it's Lupin. He can pluck your flowers for you." Snape said. Lucius looked up, and then, his eyes aglow, slowly stumbled his way towards Lupin.
"Oh, hello butterfly!" Lupin was saying to the yellow butterfly, "How are you today?"
"Lupin!" said Lucius, appearing next to Lupin ominously. "Give me those," he ordered, snatching the bunch of flowers from Lupin's hands.
"Hm?" was Lupin's only reaction.
"There we are," said Lucius contently to Snape, showing him the massive bunch of flowers as they started to head back to Hogsmeade.
Behind them, Lupin was looking more and more concerned. "Hey, give those back!" he yelled after them. "They're my dinner for tonight!"