Prompt: Finding Nemo
Word Count: 100
“The merfolk seem less than happy,” Septima murmured about a third of the way into the film. She pressed close to Severus on the sofa his house elves had set up on the lawn. “The way they’re murmuring among themselves – “
Severus frowned and swiveled about to get a better look. It was a dark night, perfect for a screening, but he could see dozens of blackish-green shapes poking out of the water. The translation charm was two-way, but they were far enough away that he couldn’t make out words.
“Perhaps they’re having difficulties with the Australian accents,” Severus murmured back.