Happy birthday, Shiv!
Birthday Present (PG; Lucius, Severus; 200 words): Lucius and Severus look to the future.
"We'll just have a light supper before the guests arrive for the festivities," Lucius said, leading Severus into the dining room.
Severus stopped on the threshold of the room and gaped at what was sitting on the table. "What is that?"
"That," Lucius replied, laying an arm over Severus' shoulders, "is a Balthazar of Veuve Clicquot, vintage nineteen sixty."
"It must hold at least twelve litres of champagne!"
"Your head for volume never ceases to amaze, Severus. Happy birthday."
Severus continued to stare at the massive bottle. "We can't possibly drink it all."
"Certainly not alone."
"How many people did you invite?" Severus asked, continuing to stare at the Balthazar as he joined Lucius.
Lucius cleared his throat.
Severus looked at him.
Lucius smirked. "I did not invite 'people'. I invited witches, a great many accomplished, beautiful, charm—"
"Expensive," Severus cut in.
"—ing witches," Lucius continued. "Between my divorce and your remarkable rise from death, there is much to celebrate, wouldn't you say?"
"I don't know what to say."
"Say thank you."
Severus' eyes slid back to the bottle. "Thank you."
Lucius laughed. "If this is your reaction to the champagne, I can't wait for you to see the cake."