Challenge: canon clothing
Word Count: 100
"Is you cold, Master Snape?" The Malfoy, in a rag that might have begun as one of Narcissa's parlormaid's tea towels, timidly offered a steaming mug of brown liquid. "Master Malfoy says to give you tea, too!"
"Please thank your master for me," murmured Severus, taking a grateful sip. The green robes were normally more than adequate for a brisk day, but the wind was blowing straight up the skirts and all but freezing his unclad flesh.
Not for the first time he wished that male Wizarding formalwear allowed him to wear trousers, or at least hose of some sort.