Allergic

“Draco Malfoy, stop scratching!” She tugged at his hands, forcing the young toddler to cry out. “You’re only making it worse.” She grabbed his arms, revealing red itchy bumps scattered over the pale flesh.

“But mom, it’s itchy.” Her son screamed, making another attempt to scratch his arms. “It’s not my fault I’m allergic to eggplant. Who decided to make such a disgusting vegetable anyway?” He pouted, thinking about that fatal dish his mother had forced him to eat.

His mother laughed in spite of herself and lifted her pride and joy into her arms. “Let’s go to the doctor.”