(There is a HP fanfic series called Missing Moments, and in one of them, they play a game of hide and seek at Grimmauld Place where Harry and Ginny end up in the same hiding spot. Just so you know, this chapter is inspired by this set-up.)
The holiday spirit had not yet left Sirius completely, and despite the meeting with Neville and his grandmother as well as that Mr. Weasley was still at St. Mungo's (now probably a few days longer because of his idea to try out stitches), they had come together on the thirty-first of December to kill some time by baking biscuits.
New Year's Eve was usually not celebrated in the wizarding world, though they had agreed during dinner a few days earlier that there was no harm in staying up until midnight to watch the fireworks of the Muggles - Fred and George had originally planned on firing off some of their own creations made from dragon ashes and the feathers of fire-breathing chickens, but Mrs. Weasley had quickly confiscated them, which was probably safer for everyone living at Grimmauld Place.
The baking had started very miserably as Tonks had dropped at least four eggs and spilled the finished dough all over Remus and the kitchen floor, but after the third sheet of biscuits everyone knew their position in the kitchen - for Tonks, that meant a chair placed farthest away from the oven.
After an hour, Allison joined her because she had abandoned her duty of pulling the sheets out of the oven at the right time and now, half of the vanilla crescents were burnt. The two of them were now forced to watch, though Harry occasionally allowed them to try the doughs he was blending.
"They are actually...quite good," Mrs. Weasley said as she tried one of the butter biscuits with chocolate. "Not as bad as I thought they would be, regarding the mess you made."
They had taken a break to eat some dinner at half past seven and let the sheets cool off. Now, empty bowls and dirty spoons piled up in the sink, the floor was still sticky from the eggs and dough Tonks had spilled, and all of them had flour and sugar on their shirts.
"Good?" asked Fred, throwing a biscuit into the air and catching it with his mouth. "They're phenomenal."
"Not as good as yours, mum," Ron said.
George coughed and said, loud and clear for everyone to hear, "Crawler."
Mrs. Weasley shook her head, though she seemed too tired to shout at her children.
"When I'm coming down tomorrow morning, I want this place to be clean, yes?" She said, glaring at each of them. They nodded, and she yawned. "Very well. I'm going to bed. Good night."
Grabbing another biscuit with almonds, she left the kitchen.
"I'm not cleaning anything," Sirius said.
He was sitting opposite from Allison and leaning back on his chair so two of its legs hovered in the air.
"You can do magic!" Ginny protested from where she sat on the floor, tempting Crookshanks with left-over chocolate chips.
"It's my kitchen," Sirius said, even-tempered, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes, which Remus, who leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped tea, watched with a bemused smile. "Plus, unfortunately, I am the adult, so I say you lot have to straighten up. I reckon you still know where the dust mob is."
"If it's your kitchen, it's you who has to clean it!" Ron said.
"But you made the mess," Sirius said, too relaxed to argue.
"You dropped the bowl of sprinkles," George remarked, balancing the rolling pin on his left hand.
"That's true," Remus said.
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Fanfiction─ "i won't let go with you by my side, the calm, the storm we'll face it all." She had read about love all her life. Never had she imagined she would ever experience it herself, especially with dark forces rising to power and a war approaching fast...
