Challenge: Society for the Tolerance of Vampires
Word Count: 100
Twenty-five years later:
“Professor Snape!” One of the seventh years rushed up, a letter clutched in her hand. “I've been offered the position! Look!”
“Miss Fawley, kindly do not run in the castle. You know the staircases - “
“Here!” Miss Fawley shoved the paper under Severus' nose. “The Society for Vampire Tolerance wants me as their chief apothecary. Isn't it wonderful?”
Severus blinked. His grandfather's obsession with vampire tolerance had been a Prince family joke for decades, and he had to cough to cover the urge to laugh. “Congratulations,” he said at last. “What excellent news.”