Challenge: The Sacred Twenty-Eight
Word Count: 100
Binns frowned over Severus' arithmantic formulae. “This could work, yes,” he said, waving off the elf Severus had summoned for his own afternoon tea. “However, there is one problem.”
“Which is?”
“The Assembly ward their meeting place against non-corporeal entities. One of the Notts was an early member and did so to ensure that his late mother did not follow him to berate him and other members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight for associating with their lessers.” Binns attempted to tap the paper even as his fingertips went completely through the writing. “I was present when he did so.”