"Okay," Severus said, "I've made all the ones you asked me to: dry hair, coloured hair, greasy hair…"
"And I've finished making the bottles," Lucius interrupted shoving a white bottle under Severus's large hooked nose. "Let's get started then."
The duo worked in companiable silence scooping product after product into the never ending supply of bottles. Severus paused for some time reading the shampoo bottle for greasy hair.
"Lucius I've been thinking….Don't we need to…you know…test these products somehow?" He trailed off at the end of the sentence.
"No I've already tested them, come in Draco!" Severus looked up and shielded his eyes from the glow that was Draco's hair. It was so shiny that he could almost see his reflection in it. "As you can see," Lucius continued, "I think these products work exceptionally well. What do you think Draco?"
"Well this will certainly impress Harry," Draco murmured gazing longingly into a mirror. "I mean Harriet! Harriet will love this, not Harry!" Draco laughed nervously noticing his Father's worried expression. "Harriet's a girl, in my class. I'll just go now." He ran off plunging the room into darkness once more.
"That was odd." Lucius scoffed. "I mean, yes, Harry's good looking, but he's got nothing on Ron."
"Can I just use the shampoo now?" Snape said dryly, raising one eyebrow.
"Whatever for?" Lucius asked.
"I think you've noticed that my hair is greasy! Do you think I've not heard you and Voldemort discussing how I should wash once in a while. And your jokes about me to try and impress the other Death Eaters?!" Severus stormed out of the room grabbing a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of conditioner both for greasy hair on his way out.
-A while later-
Lucius stood at the bottom of the stairs watching Severus descend looking quite happy. It was odd to see a smile of happiness on Severus's face, kind of like watching a Dementor giving someone a friendly hug.
"It's brilliant! Look!" Severus flicked his hair effortlessly out of his face. "No more flat, limp hair for me! I now have volume!" Noticing the look on Lucius's face Severus stopped. "What is the matter with you?"
"Well, the thing is, because we were Death Eaters, we are known to be dangerous to muggles so if we step foot into the muggle world then the Ministry might find us. I mean it won't be straight away, we're not the most important thing to them at the moment. They're still trying to dump Voldemort's body. Last thing I heard they threw it in the sea off the coast of America. Next day it had washed up on the shores of Blackpool, covered in seaweed and other…waste. They had to wipe the minds of so many muggles – mass hysteria. I mean imagine being on a donkey ride on Blackpool beach and seeing the dead body of a bald 70 odd year old snakelike man in a black cloak come flying at you out of the sea. They say the donkey fainted with the person still on his back.
"Anyway so if they know that we are in the muggle world they will think that we are a danger to muggle's and we might end up in Azkaban."
"So what are we going to do?" Severus asked worriedly. "I mean they all think I'm dead, what can we do?"