half-a-prince:
where: the hoping pot with: @lxciuss
Even years after joining their little group, Severus still thought of Lucius as his mentor and the man who’d introduced him to the potential of true power. He liked to catch up with him from time to time, aware that despite some of their differences, he still had a few things to learn from the older Slytherin. Between the aftermath of the battle and his newfound interest in training teaching new recruits, Severus felt a sense of comfort at the thought that time had come for another drink with his old mentor. Having gotten to the bar early in order to grab one of the most discreet tables, he was nursing a glass of red wine when the blond joined him. “Hello, mate,” he said, testing out a more palatable version of himself among the Death Eaters, having realized it would do no good to keep being the antisocial black sheep of the group if he truly wanted to rise through the ranks. “How have you been?”
Lucius brushed the tails of his coat back as he sat at the table with Severus. “Hello Snape,” He said firmly. A mental note was made of the fact that the younger man already had a drink in hand. “I’m doing rather well actually, yes,” Lucius nodded slowly. There was the occasional glance over his shoulder to decide when best was order his own drink. “Things have certainly felt a little more in our favour recently.”
