Prompt: Fyre Festival
Word Count: 100
Note: It’s also yet another Motherless Child ficlet, because I can’t seem to quit those two no matter how much I try. This one mainly concerns Severus’ Muggle relatives.
“What did I tell you about entering Internet contests?” Gemma snatched the phone away from her daughter. “That Fyre thing – “
“It’s a music festival, Mum!” Alison, still muddy from play, was close enough that Severus could all but see the power speaking about her. “In the Bahamas! It’s – “
“For adults.” Gemma swiped to a picture of cavorting Muggles listening to the hideous bawling called “rap.” “You’re ten years old!”
“You can come too!” Alison cried. “You said you and Dad needed a holiday!”
“Darling – “
The phone shorted out, along with every other electrical item in the room.