My eighth three prompts, verrucose, woodwose, and xenial, inspired the ficlet,
Nobody (G; Severus, original hag; 150 words): Severus' new (after)life gets off to a bumpy start.
The verrucose woman—no, the hag—did not appear kindly disposed towards him as Severus approached her, so he proceeded as he meant to go on.
"They don't pop, you know. You might as well stop trying to pull the warts off."
"Bite my cold left—"
"No part of my body shall ever touch any part of yours. Why are you here in my corner of the forest? I don't intend to become known for my xenial ways."
"I've me own magic, you foul woodwose!" insisted the hag. "I won't be moved by your inhospitality!"
Severus drew his wand, but the hag blew dust into his face before he could cast the first spell. Phlegmy cackling met his ears, and then, silence.
"It seems you've overestimated yourself, boy."
Severus frowned. "Fuck me, I didn't dream you."
"No, and I ain't here for wart removal. Wake up and start your new life, brewer, or I'll tell everyone where your body lies."