A/N: This will be an on-going series. Prompts are welcome!
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He had never thought in his entire life; that he would hate the colour green.
But looking down on to his wife from the ladder, he had started to misunderstand the allure.
"This is a terrible idea."
"Oh, and I bet you have a better one?" His queasy tone was hard to amiss.
She stared at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh wait, never mind."
"Draco, I don't think-"
"Shush woman. I'm trying my best here."
"I know you are, but there are certain limits on what we can do-"
"Says the woman that bought a step-by-step colouring book just because she can't paint as well as her husband."
She scowled. He ignored it and proceed to continue.
A blonde of five years old approached them, and asked, "Mummy, what's daddy doing?"
"He's fixing your lightbulb, sweetie."
"Why does he have to climb that?"
"So he can reach the ceiling better."
"Why can't he just use magic?"
He looked at his wife, whose smirk could be seen from ten yards away.
He just had to marry a know-it-all, did he?