Advent drabble #12 - Fruit
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snapealinaToday's challenge:
Ron/Remus
Prompt: Christmas decoration
Words: flour, orange, massage oil
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or names you can recognize. I'm just having fun and I'm not making any money from it!
Fruit
“Remus! Look what I got from a Muggle shop!” Ron stormed into the kitchen and found his lover covered in flour. Ron stopped abruptly at the sight of him. “What are you doing?”
“I'm baking!” Remus said proudly.
“I can see that, but why are you covered in flour?”
“I tried to use magic, but the bag exploded.” Remus said embarrassed.
Ron laughed. “Why am I not surprised?” Cooking was not Remus' strongest side.
Ron sat down on the chair next to the kitchen table where Remus was busy mixing the ingredients in a bowl. He looked so concentrated Ron was highly amused.
“So what are you baking?”
“Hm?”
“What are you baking?” Ron repeated.
“Cake,” Remus mumbled.
“What kind of cake?”
Remus didn't answer. He was too caught up in the cooking.
“Fine then,” Ron said and got up from the chair. “I'll find the Christmas decorations while you finish the whatever-cake.”
Remus didn't notice Ron leaving the room.
Fifteen minutes later, two large bangs could be heard from the little appartment.
Remus and Ron almost collided in the doorway.
“WHAT HAPPENED?” both called out to the other.
“Dough exploded,” Remus merely muttered.
“The Christmas tree too,” Ron followed.
“Want to switch?” Remus suggested and Ron nodded.
Remus picked up the left-overs from the tree while Ron headed towards the kitchen.
“So what kind of cake is it?” Ron asked.
“Fruit cake.”
“I can do that!” Ron said relieved. He had made fruit cakes with his Mum loads of times. He had hoped it wasn't anything more complicated.
“Oh, I'm sorry, Ron. I forgot to ask you. What did you get from the Muggle shop?” Remus suddenly asked.
“It was just a silly little thing,” Ron smiled carefully.
“What?”
“A new massage oil, which tastes like orange.”
“Orange?”
Ron nodded.
Remus grinned. “It sounds much better than that fruit cake.”
Ron found himself being dragged upstairs before he had time to respond, barely managing to call out “Accio massage oil” before Remus threw him down on the bed.
Ron/Remus
Prompt: Christmas decoration
Words: flour, orange, massage oil
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or names you can recognize. I'm just having fun and I'm not making any money from it!
Fruit
“Remus! Look what I got from a Muggle shop!” Ron stormed into the kitchen and found his lover covered in flour. Ron stopped abruptly at the sight of him. “What are you doing?”
“I'm baking!” Remus said proudly.
“I can see that, but why are you covered in flour?”
“I tried to use magic, but the bag exploded.” Remus said embarrassed.
Ron laughed. “Why am I not surprised?” Cooking was not Remus' strongest side.
Ron sat down on the chair next to the kitchen table where Remus was busy mixing the ingredients in a bowl. He looked so concentrated Ron was highly amused.
“So what are you baking?”
“Hm?”
“What are you baking?” Ron repeated.
“Cake,” Remus mumbled.
“What kind of cake?”
Remus didn't answer. He was too caught up in the cooking.
“Fine then,” Ron said and got up from the chair. “I'll find the Christmas decorations while you finish the whatever-cake.”
Remus didn't notice Ron leaving the room.
Fifteen minutes later, two large bangs could be heard from the little appartment.
Remus and Ron almost collided in the doorway.
“WHAT HAPPENED?” both called out to the other.
“Dough exploded,” Remus merely muttered.
“The Christmas tree too,” Ron followed.
“Want to switch?” Remus suggested and Ron nodded.
Remus picked up the left-overs from the tree while Ron headed towards the kitchen.
“So what kind of cake is it?” Ron asked.
“Fruit cake.”
“I can do that!” Ron said relieved. He had made fruit cakes with his Mum loads of times. He had hoped it wasn't anything more complicated.
“Oh, I'm sorry, Ron. I forgot to ask you. What did you get from the Muggle shop?” Remus suddenly asked.
“It was just a silly little thing,” Ron smiled carefully.
“What?”
“A new massage oil, which tastes like orange.”
“Orange?”
Ron nodded.
Remus grinned. “It sounds much better than that fruit cake.”
Ron found himself being dragged upstairs before he had time to respond, barely managing to call out “Accio massage oil” before Remus threw him down on the bed.