Warnings: Er, VERY minor character death mentioned.
Word Count: 100
Ebil One Word Count: 100She always hung a wreath, even after my father passed—apparently it was a Muggle tradition. This year it was the last thing she bought, the final decoration, like she was teetering between memory and a new beginning.
I watched from my place on the couch as she rubbed her fingers over the sticky pine needles. Her petite hand shook slightly, whether with love or sadness, I did not know.
Looking up to me, I saw the glistening liquid in her eyes, and I knew it was the former.
“You hang it this year, Remus, as a tribute to your father.”