why don't we make it rain like we used to

[amourpropre]

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and Severus Snape β
What: Picking up some shopping, as you do, and chance of civil conversation.
Where: Severus' apothecary in Sobek Croix
When: Sssslightly backdated?

He arrives when the store is near closing, the sun reaching for the horizon as the clock ticks inevitably towards six. It's to avoid people in general, even if the only people that Lucius finds sharing the same space with to be remotely awkward would be his fellow wizards, both from his time and otherwise. He wasn't lying, however, about what ingredients he was having difficulty obtaining.

He wasn't lying about needing them either.

Sweeping inside, he pauses to both look around as well as loosen his coat a little against the change of temperature, as haggard as anyone has left him but still dressed in expensively cut wools and cottons and satin linings, shoes polished.

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[subtlescience]

Severus likes very few things; waiting is not one of them. As six o'clock nears, he becomes increasingly irritable with Lucius, the slight downward tug of his mouth becoming a scowl as the minutes tick by. However, when at last his old friend - with a question mark appended to that word - drags himself into the shop, he schools his expression to a neutral mask.

There is already enough blood in the water without making the situation worse by nitpicking over when one Lucius Malfoy decides to put in an appearance. Even if one Lucius Malfoy is keeping Severus from other, more interesting pursuits which in no way involve work.

He isn't dressed in costly clothes, but they are still clean and crisp - and decidedly Muggle, albeit rather militant in cut and as black as any robes he owned before. His coat is draped pointedly over the counter - the only sign he gives that he is quite ready to leave, thank you very much.

"Lucius." Very civil. We can manage civil, he thinks. Of course, his wand isn't so far away that he isn't comfortable being civil.