A/N: Written for two challenges.
Halloween Challenge Prompts: (object) jack-o-lantern & (dialogue) "Welcometo slavery."/"No thanks. I already have a wife."
Restricted Collection Prompt: no slash/femme slash pairings
"Maybe we should go out there and help them." Marlene finished hanging a garland of red and orange leaves around the edge of the table in the Potters' kitchen. She took out her wand and turned a few of the leaves yellow, smiling at the finished product.
"No, I think it's good for them to do something without magic for a change." Lily moved aside the curtain and peered out the window. Sirius and James were hard at work in the backyard, carving a dozen or so pumpkins into jack-o-lanterns. They had been at it for an hour, and it looked like they'd only finished three or four of the pumpkins.
She sighed. "Although, at this rate, they won't have them all done until Halloween night. Come on, let's go check on them." The two women headed out the back door, stepping around pumpkins as they neared their husbands.
"About time you two decided to help," Sirius grumbled, throwing down his carving knife. "Why in the world did you want us to do this the Muggle way, Lils? It's way too hard!"
"I wanted you to really get into the spirit of Halloween," Lily said, laughing. "This was how we carved our pumpkins when I was a girl. Besides, I already cleaned them out and drew faces on them, all you have to do is follow the lines! I don't know what you have to complain about."
"This is hard work! You'd better be paying us for this!" James stabbed his pumpkin in frustration.
"Not a chance," Lily said. "Welcome to slavery."
"No thanks," Sirius said. "I already have a wife." He ducked when Marlene tried to hit him. "Just joking, dearest. Love you."
"Would you like to keep him for the night?" Marlene asked Lily, glaring at her husband while trying not to smile. "He's housebroken, at least."
"And have to listen to him and James causing a ruckus all night? No thanks." Lily tapped Sirius's knife with her shoe. "Back to work, Padfoot. These pumpkins won't carve themselves."
With that, she and Marlene walked back to the house, laughing as they heard the boys grumbling behind them.