Merlin preserve me.

[dracolicious]

All right, munchkins, let's work on getting these eggs colored so they're ready for the Easter Bunny! . . . No, we aren't going to eat them just yet. And since when do you eat eggs, anyway? You do not, you argue that they look like snot and refuse to touch them---have I got to put memories of this into Papa's pensieve as proof? Don't test me,

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[boywholives]

Because when we come back down here after they've gone to bed to hide these eggs and get the other ones sorted, there had better not be one single piece of candy missing from the secret stash.

[boywholives]

I will ask nicely one more time. If you don't give it to me, I will take it.

[dracolicious]

One more step, and you'll be pulling back a bloody stump!

[boywholives]

Draco Lucien Malfoy, you give me that egg this instant and get over this ridiculous, childish notion that anyone in the rooms wants to harm your sodding egg.

[dracolicious]

No! It's you who's being ridiculous! Why the fascination with getting your filthy mitts on something I shat out, anyway? Just leave me alone so I can take care of it, for Merlin's sake---

[boywholives]

Accio egg!

[dracolicious]

Potter no!

[boywholives]

You may as well stay seated. Those are magical handcuffs, as you're well aware...

Now, luckily this is water-based paint for easy clean-up, so this should come off with just a few gentle swipes under running water...

[dracolicious]

Merlin's sweaty, sagging bollocks---

[boywholives]

There, see? All clean again.

It's a very nice egg, Draco.

[dracolicious]

Don't mock me, Potter.

[boywholives]

I'm not mocking you. It is a lovely egg.

[dracolicious]

I know. I'm a professional.

[boywholives]

It would look lovely on the fireplace mantle in between all the photographs.

[dracolicious]

. . .

[boywholives]

Like our own little Fabergé. Without all the jewels and crystals, of course.