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.
“She’ll need to know regardless! It’s not as if John – “
“Dad? Papa?”
Both men whipped about to see their son, their smaller owl perched on his shoulder, standing hesitantly in the doorway. “Yes, son?” Remus said at last. “Is something wrong?”
“Is this about Cousin Ali?”
“Well. Yes and - “
“She already knows about quidditch,” said the boy, and promptly stared at the floor.
“She.” Severus tried to think of a response that did not begin with “How?” “She knows?”
“I told her after the cricket match, before we got back to the house. Am I in trouble?”