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Zinnia stood peacefully in the cottage kitchen, the early morning light graciously beaming through the small windows. She took a gentle breath as she stopped whisking the eggs in front of her to look at the grandfather clock she could see standing strongly in the living room. It was quite uncommon that Zinnia was up before the hours of 10 am in the summer. Her schedule would usually follow getting up after everyone else in her family and getting relentlessly teased as she stomped down the stairs in search of morning coffee.
Alas this morning she was up early, making breakfast ever so kindly for her whole family. With flour in her hair and pancake batter dripping on the tiled floor she raced around the kitchen in order to disguise the mess she had made. Zinnia was not a terrible cook but it was really hit or miss, sometimes she would make a perfect meal and sometimes they would have to get fish and chips from the nearest local shop.
Placing the pancakes and scrambled eggs on the long dining table, she placed a fresh bunch of flowers which she had packed that morning in a jug. Her small brown fluff of a cat, Maurice, brushing her leg as he meowed at her expectantly. Just as she began to put away the clean dishes she heard the thumping of her family descending the stairs.
"What on earth is all that noise?" Poppy yelled from her closed bedroom who was quickly shushed by her parents.
Dahlia and Tristan carefully walked down the stairs, Tristan stretching his wand out and Dahlia holding the nearest weapon she could find, of which was her bedside lamp. Carefully they turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and directed their weapons at Zinnia.
"What the fuck?!" Zinnia shouted as she dropped the metal bowl on the ground, putting her hands up in sacrifice as her parents took defensive stances. Dahlia and Tristan visibly relaxed and lowered their arms.
"Language. What the hell are you doing?" Tristan walked towards his daughter with a slight laugh.
"I'm making breakfast" Zinnia obviously stated, pointing at the table filled with food and the abundance of dishes in the sink.
"We thought you were a death eater!" Tristan shouted, although relieved everything was alright.
"Why on earth would you think that?" Zinnia questioned with her hands raised in the air.
"We heard all this clanging in the kitchen, '' Dahlia reiterated, putting her bedside lamp on the kitchen bench. Zinnia looked at it strangely and went back to her mother.
"Yes because the first thing a death eater would do is raid the kitchen for all the good china" Zinnia sarcastically remarked, gesturing to the dishes.
"Who are you and what have you done with Zinnia?" the voice of Basil echoed through the kitchen as he walked through and spotted the layed out breakfast. Zinnia poked her tongue out as she placed a jug of orange juice in the middle of the table.
