Who: Severus Snape and Lu, Lu, Lucius Malfoy o/~ Where: DADA practice classroom B When: Friday, October 12, Lunch What: He had asked for a challenge the next time. Rating: Eh, PG.
It was easy enough to know the sixth year's schedules. Immediately before lunch, Lucius Malfoy found himself clutching a parcel and easily perched against a wall some dozen yards away from the Defense Against the Ancient Runes classroom waiting for the younger class to be dismissed.
His hair had been handled with spells, which had taken more work than he might have suspected this morning. Despite his best efforts, the hair was still tinged lightly lavender, a color that might have to fade with time. But otherwise, the Head Boy was the picture of propriety, but perhaps carrying an aura of satisfaction moreso than usual. He had waited there, ruminating on his own deeds and his intended desires, until the class was dismissed.
The sixth years didn't matter. Even those who might try to irritate him were ants today. Lucius watched smugly as the sixth year NEWTs students sailed by, sparing a nod to his own housemates. Fortunately, the class spared Lucius an indelicate moment of explanation to the Black who was not enrolled.
"Severus..." Lucius spoke smoothly, softly, hoping to catch the younger man's attention. He held up the parcel with a lazy wrist, waiting for the sixth year to join him. He started walking.