(A/N: This and the next chapter are dedicated to the glorious Jenny, and inspired by our trip for fabric for a Snape coat, during which it was not uncommon to hear us both squee, orgasm, die, and giggle wildly over the various delicious weavings on offer, and also by the shop clerk who had some disturbingly clear ideas about what we should do with any left-over fabric.)
Chapter 15: Fine Feathers Make A Fine Lucius Malfoy
It was a lovely day, and Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape were out shopping for fabric. "Ooohh, gosh!" Snape exclaimed, manhandling some green satin, "Only one galleon! Look at that, Lucius!" Lucius, standing behind him with an expression of utter disinterest on his face, just grumbled. "OOOH! And just… ooh! That black velvet!" Snape squealed.
"I want my ice cream," Lucius Malfoy replied, frowning. "You said we would go for ice cream after we'd left the last shop."
"But just look at these bargains, Lucius!" Snape cried out, "Honestly, how could you expect me to pass up on that embroidered silk for 3 galleons a metre?" Lucius growled irritably.
"What are you going to use one foot of pink PVC for anyway?" Lucius asked, looking through Snape's carrier bags. Snape waggled an eyebrow at him in response. Suddenly, the surliness disappeared from Lucius' face and his eyes lit up.
"Ah!" he said, brightly, dragging Snape to a stand at the back of the store eagerly. "Is that silver lace I see?"