"James Potter, if you don't open the door right this second I will scalp you in your sleep!"
Lily Potter was agitated to say the least, but even through the distorted glass that crowned their front door, he could see that she looked rather ravishing all the same. Her hair was wild, her face was red, and her fist was hammering repeatedly against the bloody door.
"James, I really need to use the loo so open up right now!"
James smirked back at her.
"Listen," he sighed. "I am incredibly sorry but I cannot let you inside the house until I have verified your identity."
"James Potter, I will kill you!" she cried.
He shook his head, firmly not letting her inside. "See, that sounds more like a death eater than my wife."
"Fine, then my bladder will explode and kill us both!"
"I'm okay with sacrificing my own life if it means death to you, you wife impersonator."
"Oh, just verify my identity already! Ask me a question or something!"
She was getting desperate, he could tell. In fact, he was fairly certain she was hopping up and down. James was prepared to let her in at that moment but she had asked him to verify her identity, so he asked her, "On a scale of one to a thousand, how attractive is your husband?"
"Before or after I skin him alive?" she replied, her voice low and angry.
"Before."
"A solid six," she said simply. "Now let me in or I will make it a solid five due to severe burns."
Chuckling, James opened the door. "Lily!" he cried. "You're home! Did you forget your key?"
"Bugger off, Potter," she muttered, pushing straight past her husband and legging it to the loo.
AN: I'm sorry for all the silly drabbles recently but I've been feeling silly ever since I wrote Hello.