Prompt: Quidditch World Cup
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.
“Quidditch?” Gemma’s hands twitched slightly. “Is that – is that a spell? A potion?”
Remus fixed Severus with a “now you’ve done it” look. “It’s a game. Alison will probably be good at it since she’s so athletic. Severus is a certified referee so he can tell her all about it – “
“Which is why we have tickets to the World Cup in a few weeks,” said Severus. They had been an anniversary gift from Remus’ mother, who swore she’d gotten them from a friend instead of tapping her retirement pension. “It’s surprisingly enjoyable. We play it on brooms and – “