Challenge: The Sacred Twenty-Eight
Word Count: 100
“The Board meet in this room,” Severus murmured, walking quietly down the corridor of the Assembly's chapterhouse. It was a converted Muggle folly modeled after a Norman castle, which made it terribly romantic and less than easy to ward. “Are you ready?”
The bottle in his money pouch twitched. Severus smiled and opened the door.
“Snape?” The Exalted Treasurer rose, the legendary Yaxley whiskers quivering with outrage. “This is a closed meeting! You have no right - “
“I may not, but he certainly does,” said Severus, and uncorked the bottle containing the ghost of Cuthbert Binns.