Rivers in Egypt
an excerpt

Draco was roused from his musings by a slight commotion, audible even through the steel frame of the door. Glancing up, it was obvious the others had noticed as well.

"The tryouts are over, sir. If you might be so kind as to come back tomorrow, I'm sure they would be glad to hear you." It was Severus, tone biting and dripping in sarcasm. Judging from the way he had addressed whoever it was that was trying to get in, they hadn't even given their name. How rude. Draco snorted. He was quite sure he wouldn't want anything to do with a person who was lacking in basic manners, and Severus knew it well.

"Look, they just finished like a second ago, right? It can't hurt to take one more interview. I promise, you won't regret it."

This piqued the blond's curiosity. The stranger was going beyond rude with the attitude, but sounded so oddly confident. He strode to the door in three long steps, ignored the startled looks from the rest of the band, and pushed the heavy frame open with his shoulder. A quick look around provided him with a view of Severus' backside some metres to the right, the man ever so slightly towering over a slender youth dressed all in grey.

That was everything his brain could register before he felt his jaw drop, just a bit, and his eyes widen. The strange young man was simply gorgeous. With raven black hair barely reaching his chin in unkempt locks, blazing emerald eyes, oh-so-lightly tanned skin and a lean, toned body clad in a loose long-necked top and tight, tight jeans, look completed by black leather combat boots, he was an embodiment of the word 'delicious'. Swallowing, Draco blinked a couple of times and made his way out into the hall. The guy was good-looking alright, but he wanted to know if the beauty had a voice to match his appearance. No one said a comment like that around him without being challenged on it.

"Severus," he called out, wincing when the words came out the tiniest bit crackly. "Let him come. I wish to see if he can back up what he said."

For a moment, the older man working as their manager/producer looked like he was about to oppose, but then merely set his mouth in a thin line and shrugged, letting the dark-haired youth walk past him. Indicating for the stranger to follow, Draco headed back inside the audition room, grinning wryly at a frowning Cedric. They would do this one session more.

He took his seat and watched the other inspect his surroundings before turning to him and smiling in what seemed almost a shy fashion.

"Hi. I heard a rumour that you guys were interviewing for a new vocalist, had to check it out myself. I could use the position. Sorry for appearing unannounced like this, and uh... thanks for making the time to hear me out. Name's Potter, and I'm a baritone."

Two minutes later, Draco was ready to eat his earlier words.

Here was perfection.