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.
“If nothing else, the idea of Americans pretending to be Australian sounds somewhat gruesome.” Remus pressed close, suppressing a yawn as he nestled against Severus’ side. “They think it’s all beer and barbecue and that Crocodile Dundee thing – “
“Was that another movie? I seem to remember the posters.” Severus snugged an arm about Remus’ shoulders, savoring the rare quiet. “You need to see one of the Mad Max films regardless. I wonder if your mum could charm a telly for us?”
“I’m sure she would.” Remus smiled. “Sounds like you’re considering the Wasted thingy.”
“I’ve done worse,” Severus murmured.