greg_house (greg_house) wrote in feverusislove, @ 2008-06-30 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | feverus contest drabble |
Alright, I'm entering the contest. Not much point, but hey.
He'd known, from the very first, that Severus was telling their enemies about the meetings but the idea was abstract; he'd run so long with packs - all it looked like to him was politics.
His coffee-coloured cloak was worn silky-smooth. Lucius replaced it with peacock-hide. Severus scowled while Fenrir sipped affogatos and tried to look neutral as Lucius suggested green robes and generally gossiped, eyeing Fenrir like the café outing was his damn idea.
Fenrir nodded wearily, flagged down one of the discreet waiters and murmured for a slice of mudcake.
Frankly, he missed the traitor Severus’ coal-black scowls.
And no, it's not smut.