Thirty Minutes on a Monday
Severus was surrounded by paperwork – and not the sufferable kind, either. It was a mountain of the most ridiculous shite that he had ever had to wade through in his time as Headmaster. Not even the forms after the infamous cauldron explosion of 1989 could compare to this… this…
"Bloody funding submissions!"
He tossed the half completed application aside and growled into the air. He needed an assistant. Or a Deputy.
Speaking of which, where was his Deputy?
He reached over to the bowl of liquorice allsorts and popped two into his mouth, pondering the whereabouts of the Deputy Headmistress at this exact point in time. It was three thirty five, so her class would have been let out five minutes ago and he knew for a fact that Mondays for the Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts finished right about now to allow for her to spend the afternoon assisting him with-
"Argh! Bugger!" His chest burned with a sharp, white hot pain and he fumbled around inside the collar of his robes, searching for the medallion at fault before-
"Severus!"
He shouted with surprise when his wild haired Deputy Headmistress burst into the room, flinging off her clothing as she went.
"Severus! Didn't you get my message? We've got a thirty minute window before your meeting – get into the bedroom, stat!"
"There's such a thing as knocking, Hermione!"
"No time!" She spun around in the room, giggling and soon enough he was chuckling along with his infectiously happy wife. "No time, no time, no time! I'm ovulating!" she announced between laughs, "I'm ovulating! Hurry up would you!"
"You're ovulating?" he echoed, jumping up from his chair. "Christ, woman, why didn't you say so! Get in there!"
"That's what the medallions are for!" she threw over her shoulder, shrieking with laughter as she streaked up the stairs.
Not far behind her, he whacked her bare wobbling rump and growled, then gave up and herded her through their opulent quarters. "No time for details, witch, get in the bedroom!"