Prompt: Plough Monday
Word Count: 100
“At least we weren’t asked to pre-consummate our marriage, darling,” Septima murmured after the well blessing and the field charming and the consumption of far too much alcohol by those accursed dancers. “That used to be part of the festivities back in the old days.”
“Thank God for small favors.” Severus watched as the vicar rounded up as many local children as he could to beat the bounds. “I wonder what the students would think if they say all this?”
“I’m sure some of them are from places that do worse. At least we don’t have village football,” she replied.