Challenge: Broken Balls, II
Word Count: 100
Sybil did have a point: the offspring of a Death Eater who'd conceived a child with a werewolf under the influence of an alchemical fugue played by a badly charmed “deluxe edition” of a highly symbolic four hundred year old book needed all the prophecy it could get. Or so he told himself as Sybil opened her battered copy of Broken Balls, and began to flip through the dogeared pages.
“Hm,” she said, and then “Ah,” and occasionally “I see.” Severus was on the verge of hexing her when she closed the book, smiled, and said, “Shall we begin?”