Challenge: Photo of tree
Word Count: 100
Severus snorted. “Don’t tell me, let me guess. It’s haunted.”
“No, nothing like that,” said Remus. He looped his hand through Severus’ elbow and squeezed.
“It’s the local gathering spot for those so-called ‘witches’ who dance in the moonlight?”
This time Remus actually laughed. “No, love, it’s not that.”
“Then what is it?” The house, a typical American bungalow, was only a few yards away. “Moony’s favorite substitute for a fireplug? Possessed by nargles? An erkling habitat?”
“No.” Remus stopped walking and took a breath to sober himself. “It’s the memorial to my father.”
Severus stared at him. “It’s what?”