AN: I have no idea whatsoever where the hell this came from, it just popped into my head suddenly.
It's, - obvious,- a drabble, it's 120 words long, and it's about... well.. You'll see.
Arthwen.
"You're hair needs to be washed, and your clothes is SO last year, or century." The brunette walked around him like he was an animal to be inspected for sale.
"Good thing I'm here, I haven't seen anything this bad in... Ever! Well, we'll start the hair, a shower and a cut would do good, then we'll to do your face, your skin look dead, and greasy. You know, taking care of your looks isn't going to kill you! Then, we'll have to go shopping, I'm seeing black leather, and lots of it."
Suddenly a screetch could be heard from the bedroom, "It MOVED!"
Snape groaned, "Whom ever though of a magical fab 5 is going to wish themselves dead."
