Snape, Snape, Severus Snape.

[of_badfaith]

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

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[useabezoar]

Snape had been introduced to the clothes box shortly after arrival. It was a fact of life that he'd needed to become accustomed to. After all, he couldn't survive on washing the same clothes over and over again, and his traditional heavy black clothing wasn't particularly island-friendly, unless he wanted to die of heat stroke.

Having found himself nearly out of respectable clothing, but holding only a rudimentary understanding of these washing machine contraptions, he forced himself to go to wage battle with the box.

Someone else had beat him to it, however, though he found himself relieved to know that it was Draco and not anyone unsavory, like Sirius Black. That would just be intolerable.

Silently, he stood at the box, staring down at it for a good moment or two, before sighing heavily. "This doesn't get any easier then, does it?" he asked, starting down at the garish pile of clothing.

[of_badfaith]

"Unfortunately, no," Draco sighed, "It seems to take unnatural joy in making us all miserable."

Or, perhaps not all. Luna seemed perfectly happy with what she found in its recesses. However, she did have a fondness for neon faux fur and tutus.

[useabezoar]

Wearily, Snape sank down to sit next to the box. He picked up a bright floral patterned shirt, holding it at arm's length between finger and thumb, before casting it aside.

"How do people live like this?" he grumbled, reaching in to the box to dislodge the next item, which looked like a feather boa. "How is it that people haven't begun to revolt against things like this?"

The island was almost as close to the concept of Utopia as one could get, and Snape hated every last, cheerful inch of it.

[of_badfaith]

"In the grand scheme of things, I suppose fashion isn't a high priority for most," Draco said, and though it pained him to admit, he'd largely given up hope of not looking like a fool at any given moment. That part of his dignity had left him years ago.

Eyeing the boa, it occurred to him how much Luna would love it, but he didn't dare reach for it.