(A/N: Yes, I am still alive, though barely. London is a murderous city. I was cheering myself up by making Snape themed drinks coasters- my secret vice- when the fact that where there is Snape, the word cold cannot be far behind, begged for me to make fun of it. Well, it didn't really beg, but you know what I mean.)
Chapter Fifteen: OMG UR SNAP IS SO CANON!111!
Lucius Malfoy was waiting on the corner of Knockturn Alley for Severus Snape, when suddenly a cold breeze started to blow. 'Ah, that'll be him now,' Lucius thought, and looked around. There, his long cold robes rippling coldly in the cold breeze, stood Severus Snape. "Hello, Severus." Lucius said.
"Hello, Lucius," Snape said coldly, his cold black eyes glittering with coldness.
"Cold, isn't it?" Lucius said, taking him by the arm and leading him off down Knockturn Alley.
"It does not seem so to me," Snape said, in a cold manner of coldity, gazing at Lucius coldingly.
"Hasn't the author run out of words with 'cold' in them yet, so we can end this story?" Lucius said, shivering against the cold.
"Yes, I think she has." Snape said, his voice cold with a cold-like coldition of coldance. And he was right.