Everything keeps coming out so angsty and/or dramatic. Anyway, here's orange with the prompt "overwhelming sadness."
The whole house was held together with silence. It was the kind of silence that came after war- filled with memories and despair and resentment. One day Percy decided he couldn't take it anymore- couldn't take the overwhelming sadness that enveloped him as he stepped through the front door.
So instead of plopping down on the patched-up sofa under the patched-up roof like he always did, he walked the long way to a muggle home improvement store down the road. After seeking help from an employee- who was baffled at the bespectacled man in…bath robes? - he headed straight for the canned paint. Walking out, with a batch of "Carrot Top" paint cans floating behind him, Percy felt better than he had in a long time.
When Audrey strode through the door, she saw her husband wearing a maniacal grin and holding one thick paintbrush in each hand. His eyes were wide and he was still in his Ministry robes, and he altogether looked a bit unraveled, like he had finally cracked. She approached him cautiously, the way you would a very small child holding a very large knife.
"We're going to fix it," he said simply. His voice didn't shake, didn't whisper, didn't crack. "This house is too sad, we're too sad. I bought paint," he continues as he puts down the brushes to show her the cans.
And so the Weasley's spent the weekend plastering carrot-orange paint all over their house. It didn't really matter that they'd later realize the tackiness of having an entirely orange house and repaint some rooms. They jammed out to the Weird Sisters and did things the muggle way for once- rollers, paint smudges, crooked lines, and all. And painting over the dull colors with the vibrant orange didn't feel like they were covering up the past, as Audrey had expected. No, it felt like they were opening up for the future.
Then again, maybe it was just the orange.