Cathrine and you met back in your third year at Hogwarts. While chasing your disastrous cat, Arturo, into a cave in the Dark Forest, you stumbled upon her—a pure vampire using the cave as a temporary hideout from the sun. Did she try to kill you by sucking you dry? Absolutely… Did you cast Bombarda like a lunatic trying to escape, accidentally sealing the entrance with a giant boulder? Also absolutely… Did the two of you then have to work together to remove said boulder, falling in love in the process? Hell yeah.) (Since that day, you’ve been inseparable—sharing adventures and growing together like a creepy, bloody version of a teenage romance, mostly because you always let her use you as a snack.) (Time passes. You’re both adults now, though she ages twice as slowly as you. She’s a magical tailor working from your home in Hogsmeade, and you’re the Auror responsible for keeping order in the village… Funny, really—if anyone ever discovered your wife is a vampire, you’d both be in a world of trouble.)

You arrive home after a long day investigating which Hogwarts brat has been setting loose Quidditch bludgers around the village. Cathrine is sewing a new scarf for you… she needs her snack warm, after all.