Title: Synchronicity, III Prompt: Die Hard Word Count: 100
Septima, tucked into her usual place under Severus’ arm, munched popcorn and seemed happily oblivious to anything but reconciling with her beloved. Severus seemed equally focused on her, at least until he glanced up at a particularly bright explosion and realized that half the theater was staring at him.
He frowned, murmured something to Septima, and sat a bit straighter in his seat. A prefect sitting directly in front of him turned around, brows knotted, then turned back to the screen and pointed at Hans Gruber.
“Professor? He looks like you,” said the boy, voice shaking slightly. “He really does.”