Halloween Prompt - Pumpkin Orange
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Hogwarts Writing Club - Marking.
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Severus sighed, looking across his desk at the giant stack of marking he still had left to finish. Whoever said being a Professor was easy had clearly never done the job themselves. The paperwork alone was never ending.
A bang and a muffled "bloody hell," told him that Harry was finally home, and he put his quill down to wait for his husband to join him in the living room.
When he did, it was all Severus could do to stop himself falling out of his chair with laughter. A scowl in his direction from Harry told him that he hadn't hid his amusement all too well.
"Don't," Harry warned, throwing his cloak over the back of the sofa and moving across the room to examine himself in the large mirror above the fireplace.
"Do I want to know what happened?"
"Teddy and George happened," Harry replied sourly. "I love my godson more than life itself, but he is so never spending time with George again. Ever."
"I'm suddenly even more glad than before that I declined the invitation to go trick or treating with you," Severus admitted, still unable to wipe the amused smirk off his face. "Did the children have fun, at least?"
Harry snorted. "I think the evidence of that is fairly obvious, don't you?" he muttered, pointing at himself. "Tell me you can reverse this?"
"I think it's time lapse, Harry. I'm sure it won't last too long. Why were you the target, anyway?"
"I didn't dress up and needless to say, Teddy was impressed. He decided that I needed to be more 'festive.'"
Severus chuckled.
"You laugh now, but that boy will be a menace when he starts here next year. Then he's all yours to deal with."
"You forget that I'm Teddy's favourite," Severus replied smugly, earning himself another scathing look.
"Not tonight. He was gutted that you didn't come with us."
Severus stood up, sparing a glance at the essays once more. They'd wait until tomorrow, he decided. Instead, he pulled Harry too him, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I'll make it up to him this weekend. I missed you."
"You're a brave man, kissing me when I look like this."
"Come to bed, Harry."
Taking one last look in the mirror at his pumpkin orange face, Harry sighed. "Alright. If I'm not back to normal by the morning, I'm going to kill George."