Severus was cold and wet. He and Remus had been tromping through the Forbidden Forest for hours. They finally came upon the last student; he was cowering in a tree claiming to have seen a werewolf.
“You obviously didn’t before, but now you have. Back to the school with you.” Severus pointed.
“We’re all done then.”
“Lupin, tracking down a dozen stray Gryffindors is not a pride of lions loose in the forest.”
“Semantics, Severus.”
“You owe me.”
“Help in a warm shower, a shag, hot tea or breakfast in bed. Which will it be?
Severus smirked. “All of them.”