Snape, Snape, Severus Snape.

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The years had given Draco the chance to amass a rather respectable wardrobe. It had taken a great deal of time, a great deal of patience, but he had clothes which he could go out in and not feel crippled by embarrassment, which was more than he could say for a lot of the poor fools he saw around the island.

Still, once and a while he had to go back to that evil box, to replace something or other. That morning, he was sifting through stiff dress robes, hideous Hawaiian shirts, maroon and gold t-shirts and even worse, shirts with Harry Potter's face plastered across the front.

With a heavy sigh, he plucked out the one pair of plain, black boxer shorts he'd found, setting that aside. The first in his keep pile. This, he realized, might take quite a while.

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Snape glowered at the box.

He'd successfully managed being a double agent during the darkest time of Voldemort's reign, hiding away his fear and just surviving. He wasn't about to allow himself to be cowed by a box of ugly clothing.

He inhaled sharply before plunging his hands in, sweeping up handfuls of garments to pull back out. Maybe he'd have better luck going for quantity; there had to be at least one useful item in there.

And there were: he'd come up with a handful of mostly reasonable garments, all blacks and browns and dark greens.

Except that they were all women's clothes.

"Damn," he said, dropping the pile of skirts and frilly blouses back off to the side.

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Smothering a laugh, Draco shrugged and muttered a wry, "Better luck, next time."

Whatever respect Draco might have had for Professor Snape, that wouldn't stop him from laughing at the man's misfortunes, now.

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He glanced up at Draco and scowled. Undaunted by the box's cruelty, Snape merely glared at it. He wasn't going to let this stupid thing beat him. He was going to be successful and get at least one useful item out of it.

He hovered his hands overtop of the box, planning his route of attack, before reaching in once more, this time going for the deepest corner of the box.

This time?

A handful of shirts and hats and socks, all in red and gold, some with little lions embroidered on them. "Gryffindor," he muttered savagely under his breath before throwing the items down in disgust. "This is preposterous."

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"My sympathies," he drawled, sounding less than sincere. It felt good, knowing he wasn't the only one to suffer at the hands of that cruel box.

Folding the few meager items he'd found, he pushed to his feet, deciding, "I believe I've had enough of its brand of humor, for today."

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Snape wanted to give up too; he really, truly did. But he also hadn't quite figured out how the washing machines worked yet. He was down to the last few pieces of clothes he'd managed to salvage from the box. Now, it was either find more clothes, or figure out the machines, and he wasn't too keen on dealing with this Muggle technology.

"I think I must keep searching," he said, sounding dejected as he stared at the box. He wondered if he would get in trouble for just setting the whole thing on fire. "At least one of us has had some luck."

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"Let me know if you have any luck," he drawled, and while it might not have been readily apparent, there was a faint hint of amusement tinging his voice.

Already making his way up the steps, he called, "A pleasure, as always."