Chapter 18: The Snape Family Tartan
Lucius Malfoy was sitting under a parasol on his back porch, when he saw a very odd looking girl in a black skirt walking across his croquet lane. She seemed rather tall and lanky for a girl....as well as.....well, ugly. He frowned, and watched her come closer. Then, as she was nearing the stairs to the terrace, he noticed, with a start, that it wasn't a girl at all. In fact, it was Severus Snape.
"Gods, Severus, what on earth are you wearing? You look like a schoolgirl." Lucius called to him. Snape merely smirked.
"It's a kilt, Lucius." He said, scowling at his ignorant friend.
"I thought kilts were supposed to be tartan." Lucius said, raising an eyebrow.
"It is tartan, you idiot," Snape snapped. "You just have to look very carefully." Lucius bent down and brought his face very close to the fabric of Snape's supposed kilt. But no matter how long he looked at it, it stayed a most solid black.
"It's not tartan, it's black." He informed Snape, leaning back in his seat again.
"It is a tartan! It's black, black and black threads on a black background!" Snape growled. "It's the Snape family tartan!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Severus, Snape isn't a Scottish name," Lucius said.
"Well, it used to be McSnape," Snape said, thoughtfully. He was rather disgruntled when, at these words, Lucius started laughing.
"Well," he gasped in between giggles, "at least you can be grateful it wasn't Richard." And started laughing again.
Lucius Malfoy was sitting under a parasol on his back porch, when he saw a very odd looking girl in a black skirt walking across his croquet lane. She seemed rather tall and lanky for a girl....as well as.....well, ugly. He frowned, and watched her come closer. Then, as she was nearing the stairs to the terrace, he noticed, with a start, that it wasn't a girl at all. In fact, it was Severus Snape.
"Gods, Severus, what on earth are you wearing? You look like a schoolgirl." Lucius called to him. Snape merely smirked.
"It's a kilt, Lucius." He said, scowling at his ignorant friend.
"I thought kilts were supposed to be tartan." Lucius said, raising an eyebrow.
"It is tartan, you idiot," Snape snapped. "You just have to look very carefully." Lucius bent down and brought his face very close to the fabric of Snape's supposed kilt. But no matter how long he looked at it, it stayed a most solid black.
"It's not tartan, it's black." He informed Snape, leaning back in his seat again.
"It is a tartan! It's black, black and black threads on a black background!" Snape growled. "It's the Snape family tartan!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Severus, Snape isn't a Scottish name," Lucius said.
"Well, it used to be McSnape," Snape said, thoughtfully. He was rather disgruntled when, at these words, Lucius started laughing.
"Well," he gasped in between giggles, "at least you can be grateful it wasn't Richard." And started laughing again.