Prompt: Harvest Festival
Word Count: 100
Severus automatically tensed. Septima patted his arm as Remus Lupin, clothing both new and clean for once, broke into a smile and enthusiastically pumped Severus’ hand.
“Severus! How lovely to see you. Septima, lovely as ever,” he said. “Isn’t this a wonderful day? Such beautiful weather!”
“Oh, yes,” said Severus. Lupin hadn’t noticed Septima’s ring yet, which meant there was still hope of escaping without receiving unwanted information about Lupin’s marriage and life. “Wonderful.”
“Perfect harvest tide - “
“Professor Vector? Is that you?” Nymphadora, multi-colored child on her hip, actually squealed as she rushed up. “Is that a ring?”