Challenge: Slug Club
Word Count: 100
Severus braced himself as the Slug Club's little fundraiser wound itself about his finger. It was slightly sticky but not unpleasantly so, and the texture was perfectly al dente courtesy of a long-ago member who'd become a personal chef to a French millionaire.
It took a moment for the flavor to register – a personal preference charm? - but when it did, it was an explosion of fruit across his taste buds: raspberries, bilberries, strawberries perfectly ripe and bursting with juice.
“Great Merlin, Horace,” he managed after a moment. “Who did this? It's - “
“Slugalicious!” cried Slughorn.