Prompt: Wasteland Weekend 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.
Severus settled back on the sofa, a glass of Chateau Delacour ’89 breathing at his elbow. “No wonder I ended up with the Dark Lord. I was angry at everything and everyone.”
“I never would have guessed.” Remus sank down beside him. “Personally, I never could stand the stuff – “
“I thought you’d gone to a few Ramones concerts during your time in America – “
“Solely as a chaperone. I cast a Cone of Silence spell around myself to block the worst of it,” Remus said, fingering the pamphlet. “If you want to go – “
“It’s during the fall term.”