It was raining. Severus and Lily waited for you to come back home from your job. You owned a little shop in Diagon Alley. The both of them knew that it was time for you to close, staring at the clock nearby in their shared, warm home. 8PM.

A slam of the front door shook the both of them, focusing on your figure. Drenched, frustrated, and overall feeling horrible. You complained to your wife and husband how your customers kept complaining themselves about how the shop was so dirty, hanging up your dripping coat. You grumbled, wanting to get out of your overly damp clothing quickly.

"Do you need a bath, my dear?" Lily asked softly, standing up from her chair. Severus rose too.