Title: Road Trip, XIII Challenge: Yorkshire Moors Word Count: 100
A long-bodied bird swooped past, its calls all but lost in the breeze. Severus drummed his fingers and considered. “As charming as your tale of bonding over charity quidditch in a remote national park may be, it does not excuse Draco's behavior. If he wishes to break his engagement - “
“So does Astoria,” Draco interjected.
“ - he needs to be an adult about the situation and say so in public rather than running off to Thrace.” He ignored the hiss of rage from his old protege. “Especially to meet with a woman, platonic though it may be.”