Chapter 6: Moustache Man
Agitated whispers followed in the wake of Lucius Malfoy as he strutted around Hogsmeade. Everywhere, people stopped and stared after him. Of course, this was nothing new- but what was different about these whispers from the ones that usually followed him like overexcited verbal groupies, was that these were accompanied by soft, derisive laughter, and in the eyes of his usually fawning or hateful or frightened audience, was now not the glitter of awe or anger, but one of amusement. In other words, everybody was (though careful not to let him notice) laughing at him. Yes, laughing. As he whirled into the Hog's Head, and shut the heavy door behind him with an authoritative and manly BANG, the street outside filled with muffled giggles. Luckily, he was not able to hear it, as the walls of the Hog's Head were thick and he had other things on his mind. Such as Severus Snape, who was sitting waiting for him at a table at a window. By the way, the window was smudgy, and overlooked an alley, so he could not see anyone laughing at him either. All in all, he was totally oblivious to the commotion he had caused around town when he sat down, sweeping his robes beside him gracefully, and turned to Snape, who sat frozen, gazing at Lucius' mouth in fascination. "Severus," said Lucius. Snape did not appear to hear him, but simply sat, staring, his glass of Firewhiskey forgotten, balanced dangerously in his right hand. "Severus, stop staring at my mouth," said Lucius, slightly irked. "Now is simply not the time for that." Snape did not reply, just continued to stare. Then, ever so slowly, his face contorted, and his body started to heave with the oddest spasms, as he started to omit a strange, rasping sound.
"Hee......heee......heee..." he rasped, starting to fall over, eyes aglow with malicious mirth. His face was turning a light shade of pink, the equivalent of normal complexions turning purple.
"Severus, what is it??" Lucius snarled. His friend was acting like an idiot.
"Did..... some.....thing......crawl......on......to......your....lip.....and.........die?" heaved Snape. Lucius brought up a finger and touched his new moustache lightly, then sighed grimly.
"That's the last time I follow any of Lupin's advice on facial hair fashion." He grumbled.
Agitated whispers followed in the wake of Lucius Malfoy as he strutted around Hogsmeade. Everywhere, people stopped and stared after him. Of course, this was nothing new- but what was different about these whispers from the ones that usually followed him like overexcited verbal groupies, was that these were accompanied by soft, derisive laughter, and in the eyes of his usually fawning or hateful or frightened audience, was now not the glitter of awe or anger, but one of amusement. In other words, everybody was (though careful not to let him notice) laughing at him. Yes, laughing. As he whirled into the Hog's Head, and shut the heavy door behind him with an authoritative and manly BANG, the street outside filled with muffled giggles. Luckily, he was not able to hear it, as the walls of the Hog's Head were thick and he had other things on his mind. Such as Severus Snape, who was sitting waiting for him at a table at a window. By the way, the window was smudgy, and overlooked an alley, so he could not see anyone laughing at him either. All in all, he was totally oblivious to the commotion he had caused around town when he sat down, sweeping his robes beside him gracefully, and turned to Snape, who sat frozen, gazing at Lucius' mouth in fascination. "Severus," said Lucius. Snape did not appear to hear him, but simply sat, staring, his glass of Firewhiskey forgotten, balanced dangerously in his right hand. "Severus, stop staring at my mouth," said Lucius, slightly irked. "Now is simply not the time for that." Snape did not reply, just continued to stare. Then, ever so slowly, his face contorted, and his body started to heave with the oddest spasms, as he started to omit a strange, rasping sound.
"Hee......heee......heee..." he rasped, starting to fall over, eyes aglow with malicious mirth. His face was turning a light shade of pink, the equivalent of normal complexions turning purple.
"Severus, what is it??" Lucius snarled. His friend was acting like an idiot.
"Did..... some.....thing......crawl......on......to......your....lip.....and.........die?" heaved Snape. Lucius brought up a finger and touched his new moustache lightly, then sighed grimly.
"That's the last time I follow any of Lupin's advice on facial hair fashion." He grumbled.
