Entry for the "Care of Magical Creatures Class" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"

Task: I would like you to write about a curse. Min. 400 words

Entry for the "Halloween Collection Competition" - prompt: 26. Trick or Treating

It was the evening of Halloween, the castle was coming to rest after the traditional Halloween feast had ended and all the students had returned to their commons.

Severus Snape had retreated himself to his chambers as well, making himself comfortable by the fire with a good book and a glass of his favourite elf-made wine. He was looking forward to a quiet evening and the week-end that would follow – he was planning on not leaving his private laboratory for the whole two days, hoping to finally achieve a breakthrough on his newest project.

Just as he had opened his book after taking a small sip from his wine, enjoying the delicious taste, there was a knock on the door.

Releasing a annoyed sigh he stood up and approached the door, asking himself who was daring to disturb his peace so late in the evening.

Easily putting his darkest glare onto his face, he opened the door.

"Trick or Treat, Severus!"

"Rolanda," Severus said dryly, making sure that his voice was dripping of sarcasm. "What a... pleasant surprise to see you."

The flying instructor was grinning at him, holding a pumpkin shaped basket, which was already filled with plenty of chocolate frogs and jelly slugs, under his nose. She was wearing her old Quidditch uniform from the Irish National Team as a costume and also had her broom and a Quaffle with her, both items floating next to her, controlled by her wand.

"So, what do you choose, Severus? Trick or Treat?"

"Neither. I do not see any point in getting involved into such a childish activity. You are 32, for Merlin's sake."

Rolanda rolled her eyes, sighing:"And as always, you are determined to disappoint me. What is wrong about having a little bit of fun?"

"Everything. Now leave, please."

"Not until you give me chocolate or other sweets, Severus. You may find this childish, but I am taking this serious," Rolanda explained, holding the basket under his nose empathically.

"No," he snapped back, crossing his arms in front of his chest, staring back at her stubbornly.

"You know, I would rather prefer not to be forced to give you a trick!"

"I won't give you any chocolate, Hooch!"

"You selfish spoilsport, your ass is already way too soft from all the sweets you are bunkering down here! But fine, if you are asking for it, you'll get it!"

And before Severus could react, she had disenganged her hovering charm, her Quaffle and broom hitting the stone floor the next second, and had performed a wand-movement.

Instantly, Severus' legs collapsed underneath him and he was sent to the ground by the effects her Jelly-Legs Curse had on him. With a second quick flick of her wand, she had dyed his robes a horrible combination of neon green and pink, a second later, ropes were circling his wrists and ankles, tying him up.

"As I said, I would have preferred the treat, Severus," Rolanda said, a wicked grin on her beautiful face as she bend down to him. Pecking a light kiss on his cheek, she added:"I wish you a pleasant evening."