All right everyone, now that we've had a break from all the adventure, angst, and romance from the Grand Challenge, the Webmistresses would like to encourage a bit of lightheartedness. Laughter is the best medicine after all, and Severus is still in fairly sore shape.
So here's the challenge: include this line in a drabble 100-500 words long. Artists can incorporate the idea in a drawing or drawble.
Severus stared blankly at his lover and said, "No, there's not a potion for that."
Drabbles and drawbles can be any rating with any pairing, with our standard for points applying. Here's an example drabble from snow:
"Severus!" Harry whined, frantically gesturing with his hands. "Please! Isn't there something...?"
Severus stared blankly at his lover and said, "No, there's no potion for that."
Harry huffed, and began to panic. "Well, what am I going to do then? I can't go around with...with this!" he exclaimed.
Severus' couldn't help the pained expression that twisted his features as he stared at the object in question. "I don't think you have much of a choice."
"But what good is being married to a Potions master if you can't help me with this? All the guys laughed at me when I went into the locker room. I'm the laughing stock of the team!"
"It's not so terrible," Severus said, reaching out to touch it, nearly smirking at how small and smooth it felt in his hand. "It's quite adorable, actually."
Harry looked betrayed.
Severus sighed. "Honestly, Potter, what possessed you to perch a shrinking potion near your lap?" Severus asked, reaching down towards Harry's thighs, grabbing the miniature Firebolt that lay there in the palm of his hand. "You wouldn't shrink your wand or that cloak of yours, would you? Magic works differently on items such as this."
"So there's nothing you can do?" Harry asked, his voice small and sad as he ran a hand over the doll-sized broom.
"It'll wear off eventually," Severus said, setting the broom on a side table. "Just be glad it wasn't your cock."