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.
“No! I don’t want to go if I can’t play cricket!” Alison howled. “I don’t want to be a witch!”
Gemma, pale but remarkably composed given the circumstances, cradled her sobbing child while she cried herself out. “This isn’t a joke? You really are wizards, all three of you?”
“Honor bright,” said Remus. He aimed his wand at a box tissues, which floated over to rest on the kitchen table. “Severus has taught at Hogwarts since – “
Alison’s phone chimed with yet another notification about the Fyre Festival. Gemma made a face. “Can someone please turn that bloody thing off?”