Prompt: Edinburgh Fire 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.
“Nudity? What are – “ Remus reclaimed the pamphlet, eyes widening as he came to a paragraph about the Festival being unsuitable for young children. “Oh. I see what you mean.”
“Who wrote this nonsense? The Green Man was a Muggle artistic convention, not a deity. Ditto the May Queen.” Severus leaned over Remus’ shoulder and pointed out the relevant sections. “Coming into a Bower – “
“Sounds mildly filthy,” said Remus. He froze at a creak from the ceiling – was their son eavesdropping again? – and waited until there was silence from the upper story. “Who sent us this?”
“Nymphadora, surprisingly enough.”