(A/N: Hello and welcome to my first and feeble attempt at writing a fanfiction. I'm Rioka, and you may or may not know me (I'm betting on not.) as the blonde and black haired girl from Another Truth or Dare Fan Fic by my lovely dahlink Thorn Yokoshima. Go give her lovvins. I do hope you find my pathetic ventures entertaining in the very least, and feedback would be appreciated. 3)

Snape had just cozied up to his favorite chair in his study, a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other as his usual summer's afternoon routine called for, when the comfortable monotony was interrupted by a poof of green dust projecting from the fireplace. "Guess whooooo!" an all-too-familiar voice bellowed from deep within the fireplace's sooty innards (Snape wasn't much for housekeeping.), cold with a slight – and desperately masked - hint of fruitiness. The potions master grimaced; out of all of the people to visit him, why must it have bee-

"Come on now, guess! I'm not coming out of here until you do…" Snape imagined that the 'mystery' individual was currently wearing one of those puppy-dog pouts he knew the man was secretly trademark for, and was certainly kicking up a cloud of dust in a desperate attempt to mask his identity – it was getting in his tea.

"Let me think. Who would be so immature as to bust into my house without asking, and then go on to ruin a perfectly good cup of tea with two lumps and a lemon wedge with his pathetic games? Hmm…Is it Rodolphus?"
All that elicited was an indignant snort from the fireplace. Snape rolled his eyes.
"Is it…Goyle?" "Snape, don't be stupid. I don't sound like that mongoloid…" A pause. "Don't tell him I said that, he's enormous!"

"Oh, I'm telling. Or rather, I will if you don't get out of my fireplace immediately." He took a sip of his tea despite the centimeter-thick layer of ash, for his sanity relied on routine, and it certainly needed it now. …It wasn't too awful.
"But you haven't guessed ye-" "Lucius. You're beginning to tire me, and assuming this is like one of your regular visits, you're going to be here for a good long while and I don't want to grow so that my thoughts begin to drift to suicide…" "You're so smart, Snape! How ever did you know it was me all along?" The blonde flung himself out of the fireplace and essentially onto the potion master's lap, kicking up another enormous cloud of dust and knocking the books on the armrest over.

A sigh.

"Lucius, have a seat over in the other chair. Yes, that one, over by the wall. Thank you." This, of course, lead Snape to wonder why he had even purchased more than one chair in the first place. Maybe the lack of comfortable seating would deter Lucius from intruding upon his solitude ever so often.
But then again…maybe it would just encourage him to sit in his lap. "So…Lucius. To what do I owe the delight of your company?" Snape asked, after the two settled themselves in. He immediately regretted his words – in saying that he assured his own doom, now the Malfoy Lord would NEVER leave. Fortunately, however, Lucius didn't appear to be listening. He was scrutinizing the ratty upholstery. Snape braced himself for the inevitably following statement.
"You know, Snape, I think my grandfather had a pair of trousers in this exact fabric. Really, the similarity is eerie!"
"…I know, Lucius. I know."
"I just can't get over it!" The absinthe Lucius keeps in that flask in his pocket all the time really must have muddled the poor man's brain, Snape thought to himself, taking a gulp of the pasty ash-tea which had now turned more solid than liquid.
…Really, he'd had worse.
"Snape, you know, I think that's probably detrimental to your health…"
"Two lumps and a lemon wedge, Lucius!"