A/N: The challenge was to write a drabble concerning a superstition.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, and all their associates are characters belonging to J.K. Rowling. I claim no rights to them, their surroundings, or their situations. Much to my sorrow.
Sparrow
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Severus studied the tiny, pathetic body at his feet with a thoughtful frown. He hadn't meant to kill it--only to shut it up. He hadn't realized the small creature was so fragile.
"Problem, Snape?" Lucius Malfoy sauntered over to have a look. "It's only a sparrow..."
"I know. I killed it. I didn't mean to."
"So?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
"That Lupin kid said it's bad luck to kill a sparrow."
"Gryffindors. What do they know? Come on, we'll miss dinner."
Twenty-five years later, Severus was forced to conclude that Remus had been absolutely right.