Somewhere far away and in the countryside, smoke billowed from a crooked chimney. It's about as fine a day as one would get in England, and watery sunlight slips though small patches of uncluttered sky.
Down on the ground, a random chicken pecks at the ground, only to be startled by a vociferated shriek coming from the cottage behind.
"Stop screaming like a sea hag." said a voice absently from behind a pile of books.
"Oh for MERLIN's sake!" Draco exclaimed in a grandiose manner made somewhat ironic by the mop in his other hand. "Why am I doing the housework while you sit there writing your thesis?"
"Had you paid a little more attention to the words in your textbooks instead of the hair on your head, it might have turned out a little different, hmmm?" replied Hermione, thumbing through pages of a book seemingly unaffected by his theatrics.
"We could at least get some house elves," he said while glowering at the stain on the floor before making a futile swipe at it with the mop. "It's not like we're poor." He continued, almost spitting the last word with distaste.
With a clatter of china as she finally rose from behind the mountain of books, Hermione gave a penetrating glare You know how I feel about them. Don't you get me started..."
When the sun goes down, even the chicken has found a less barren patch to peck at and still the bickering never stops.
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