Title: Refugees, XIII Prompt: wealth inequality Word Count: 100
Septima had office hours, so it was up to Severus to pick up sample wedding invitations at Scrivenshaft’s. It had taken longer than anticipated due to all the congratulations he’d received from the staff, which was why he emerged from the shop just in time to see Tisiphone Carrow berating a group of terrified Uagadou students.
“Go back to Africa, you revolting little mud-grubbers,” she hissed, wand darting from child to child. “We don’t need charity cases here! Go earn your money like decent – “
“Tisiphone.” Severus grabbed her wrist and forced her wand downwards. “You need to leave. Now.”