Challenge: Broken Balls, II
Word Count: 100
“Well. That was harrowing,” said Remus. His eyes were glowing slightly after Sybil's apocalyptic blather. “Are you all right?”
“I will be once I've figured out how one baby can simultaneously 'summon the dragons' and 'bring peace to the dead,' let alone win multiple Olympic medals and cause the simultaneous collapse of every bridge in Britain.” Severus lumbered to the pantry for another of those delightful fairy cakes Minerva had brought, and never mind that it was his third this afternoon. “She's a lunatic.”
“No doubt of that,” said Remus, and put the kettle on the hob.