(Sorry for the long interval between updates, dear minions. But I am sure you will all understand the attractions offered by the British metropolis exceed even the pull of the writer's keyboard. In any case, I need experience to build my future memoirs on, so that I'll have an income when I'm too old and cynical to write fanfiction. Expect more activity on this spot between now and the near future, while I am away from the distractions of London. Sincerely, your Duchess.)
Chapter Sixteen: A Star Is Born! And He Twinkles!
Severus Snape was wandering around Knockturn Alley looking for some illegal potions ingredients, when he saw a large cloud of glitter approaching from between the gnarled and sooty houses. He raised his eyebrows in some surprise, since random clouds of glitter are not the sort of thing one usually sees storming towards one in Knockturn Alley, as the more perceptive of you might already have surmised. As it came closer, he could perceive that the glitter was of a decidedly evil appearance. 'Hhm,' he wondered, 'what kind of creature in allegiance with the Dark Lord could produce vast amounts of glitter?'
While he was thus engaged in pondering activities, the glitter-cloud had reached him, and he found himself surrounded by wave after wave of glistening particles. Then, suddenly, right in the centre of this dazzling tornado, appeared a strange sight: Lucius Malfoy, with swirls of glitter extending from, it seemed, his very body. "Lucius!" Snape exclaimed. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Oh, this is my natural sparkle." Lucius remarked, with a casual flick of his blond hair.
"Natural sparkle?" Snape said, in disgust. "That's the most imbecilic thing I've ever heard."
"Well," Lucius said, frowning angrily, "It worked for David Bowie."