Dumbledore. The Man Who Wouldn't Fucking Die.
And now First through Fourth Years ran around Hogwarts, ridiculously dressed, demanding candy in what Albus called an "American Halloween." Bloody Albus.
Though no-one knocked on his door. Even First Years knew better than that.
Severus swore, ready to hex the simpleton into next year. Flinging open the door, he glared down...
...to be faced with very tempting hips, covered with mere scraps of silk and gauze. He blinked to see Hermione in an almost non-existent harem costume.
"Trick or Treat, Severus," she purred, dangling a knotted rope in her hands.
originally scribed 10/16/06