This is for Kamerreon's Drabble Challenge — a drabble a day until my imagination dies.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warlock
Snape smirked as he saw Dumbledore's disapproving frown sweep over him. He adjusted his robes, impatiently, all the while batting away a stray vine seeping from Professor Sprout's Devils Snare costume. Damn that infuriating women and her ridiculous plant costumes.
On his other side, one of the legs of Hagrid's Acromantula costume almost batted him in the head and he resisted the urge to rip it off. He always got stuck in between the worst costumes at Halloween.
"Severus, my boy, surely you are not a wizard again?" the Headmaster, dressed as a phoenix, asked.
"No, sir."
"Then what are you?"
Snape hefted the pitch fork that was leaning on his chair at the Headmaster.
"A warlock."
A/N: According to Wikipedia, Warlock's ride pitch forks instead of brooms.
