Drabble: Care for a Shave?

Disclaimer: I am not Stephen Sondheim, I am not JKR.  When I do have a published story, I will make money from writing all the time, but sadly, not before.

Care for a Shave?

The man with the white streak in his hair and the absurd Victorian vest smiled terrifyingly at Severus, who backed up.  “Sir,” he said, words clipped, “I don’t know who this ‘Judge Turpin’ is, but I suggest you dispose of that razor before I hex you.”

He brandished his wand as the man swallowed sourly.  “Perhaps later, your honor.”

Severus backed down the street, so unnerved by the overly insistant barber that he didn’t dare take his eyes off him.  He turned around alarmed when he bumped into something, and looked down to see a boy offering him a pie.