Prompt 25 - Happy Halloween
If someone asked her what she liked about him, Draconius would would say that she liked his cheeky charm, good looks and playfulness. But what most people didn't know was that Scabior could also be creative. It was his creativity that earned him a date with Draconius back when they were students at Hogwarts.
She had gone to visit him one night in October, and found him sitting by the fireplace carving pumpkins. It surprised her to see that he wasn't using magic, but rather he'd chosen to carve them by hand, which created quite a mess on the floor of the Slytherin common room.
"Scabior," she said length, taking a seat beside him on the couch. "Why are you doing this the muggle way?" Her eyes traveled across the newspaper he'd spread across the floor, each one covered in mounds of seeds and sticky pumpkin. "Surely there must be a better way."
Scabior was barely listening, his focus on the pumpkin in his lap that he was close to finishing. The tip of his tongue peeked from between his lips, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he said, "Wha? You don't think it's more fun to get messy?" He waved a hand in her general direction, and she shrieked as a wad of pumpkin guts went flying.
Draconius scooted over, moving to the other side of the couch to avoid being splattered with bits of pumpkin. "Messy is for muggles," she said with an air of importance. "Not witches and wizards."
"Yes, but can a muggle do this, pet?" Scabior placed the finished jack-o-lantern on the floor and waved his wand over its grinning face. The jack-o-lantern glowed with a warm, inner light that gradually changed from orange to red, then on to pink, purple, green, blue and back to orange again.
Her eyes widened, and Scabior smiled when he saw her lips form a neat little circle of surprise.
"Ah, but wait," said Scabior, grinning and waving a finger at her. "Tha's not all it can do." He waved his wand a second time, and the jackal a lantern's face transformed into the words "Happy Halloween", which stayed like that for half a minute before changing into "Would you go to the harvest festival with me?"
The Ravenclaw girl gasped and put her hands over he mouth, her heart leaping into her throat at this wondrous feat of magic."
"The festival is is 'Ogsmeade next week," said Scabior. "I don't 'ave anyone who wants to go with me, an I couldn't think of a better way to ask than this." He motioned towards the glowing jack-o-lantern. "So, whaddya say, pet? Want t' go out with me?"
Draconius smiled and nodded. "Yes, Scabior! Of course I'll go with you," she said, ignoring the fact that he was covered in pumpkin as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.