A/N: Another person uses the services of the brothel for a different reason.
Submission for:
Return of the Daily Weird Prompt Thing [Speed-writing Competition]: Orion goes to the polyjuice brothel and has the hooker turn into his wife, but just asks to be hugged and cries for the whole hour...
He stepped into the hazy waiting room of the unassuming establishment, not even batting an eyelid at the barely clad woman sitting in the lap of another patron.
"Good evening, Sir," another woman said, appearing on his right. She was wearing a short lilac robe over her obviously nude body, her bosom peeking out through the slight space between the fabric. She reached out for his hat and cane as she said, "Can I help you this evening?"
He reached wordlessly into his inner robe pocket and procured a small vial. "The usual," he said as he handed it to her and followed her through the beaded curtain.
They stepped into room #5, one of the larger rooms and one he had used before. The walls were a dark blue and the bed covered in a matching sheet and neatly made. He preferred the privacy of these rooms, and their lack of gaudy and cheap attempts at romance and intimacy.
"Disrobe for me, Mister Black," the woman said as she moved towards the tray of potions in corner of the room.
He threw his outer robe over the back of the chair in the corner and loosened the first few buttons of his dress shirt before he sat at the foot of the bed. "I'm ready," he said.
The woman nodded before she dropped the small black hair into one of the potions and drank it. He watched as her long brown hair got darker and darker, her eyes turned a lovely shade of brown and her features elongated into those he was so familiar with.
Then she turned towards him. "How was your day, Orion?"
It was the Walburga of his dreams, the Walburga he had known when they had just married, the Walburga who could make him laugh with a clever insult, the Walburga who listened to his hopes and fears as the night grew dark and then light. The Walburga who had died long ago and left a monster in her place.
He took a deep breath as he pat the space on the bed beside him and the woman took a seat. She wrapped her arms around him and they lay back on the bed fully-clothed as he poured out his soul. The woman held him as he spoke, her hands brushed through his hair as he sobbed, but most importantly, she listened and that's all he ever wanted.